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breath. “Where do you want me?”
    Two beats passed as he tweaked his camera againand when he answered his voice sounded a little strained. “Why don’t you lie on the chaise? Pick a comfortable position. A pose that’s natural to you.”
    Delay arranged herself on the couch, propped her head up with her hand and curled her legs up close to her bottom. It was comfortable, but she didn’t feel remotely sexy. In fact, she felt ridiculous.
    Sam looked at her through his lens, then pulled the camera away from his face. A line knitted his brow. “Is there something wrong?”
    â€œI, uh, don’t feel sexy,” Delaney confessed. “I feel stupid.”
    His lips curled into a lopsided grin. “You don’t look stupid.”
    â€œI don’t look sexy either.”
    Sam rubbed the back of his neck and winced. “Wrong, you look sexy, but you don’t feel sexy and the two are hopelessly intertwined. I could try to remedy how you feel, but you’re the most miserably modest woman I’ve ever seen and I’m not sure that what I could do for you would help. Any compliments I might give you would be genuine, but they’re going to make you self-conscious. If you start worrying about what you’re wearing—or not wearing—and how you look, then that’s pretty much going to defeat the purpose. You don’t have to look like a sex kitten, Delaney,” he said patiently. “All you have to do is smile. Okay?”
    He was right. She was being ridiculous. “Okay.”
    â€œGreat.” Sam’s face disappeared behind the camera once more and Delaney conjured the smile he’d asked for. “So, who are these pictures for, anyway?”
    Delaney smothered a grunt and rolled her eyes. “My next lover.”
    â€œNext?”
    Delaney continued to smile, though she couldn’t contain the edge to her voice. “Right. I’m sure you read the papers. My ex-fiancé and his new wife are currently on their way to Greece on a honeymoon that I paid for.”
    Seemingly astonished, Sam lowered the camera. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
    She snorted. “I wish.”
    â€œDamn, that’s cold. What a bastard.” Sam refocused, took a couple more shots.
    â€œMy sentiments exactly.”
    He moved to the left a couple of feet, went down on one knee and fired off a few more shots. “It’s guys like him that give men a bad rap.”
    â€œI know. That’s why I’m finished with them.” Delaney rolled over onto her back and crossed her legs. Strangely, talking to him made her feel less ridiculous and she began to marginally relax.
    â€œWith men?”
    â€œYep.” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger.
    â€œSo where does the next lover come in?” he asked, sounding faintly amused. Apparently he’d drawn the incorrect conclusion that she wasn’t serious. Evidently he thought she was simply the typicalthwarted female making the typical empty threat to swear off men. Wrong. She was an adult woman who’d made a valid, life-altering decision.
    She should probably enlighten him.
    Delaney curled back onto her side and smiled wickedly. For the first time since they’d started this shoot, she actually felt sexy. She arched an innocent brow. “Who said that lover would be a man?”
    The camera clattered to the floor and the blank slack-jawed look he gave her was utterly priceless.
    Delaney sat up and made a moue of disappointment. “Damn, that would have been a good shot. You missed it, didn’t you?”

3
    H E’D DROPPED HIS damned camera.
    Never in the history of his career had Sam ever dropped his camera. When he went into the zone, the equipment simply became an extension of himself. His camera was his baby and he treated it as such—with extreme care.
    No doubt about it, over the course of the past few years he’d been routinely