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just doing their job.” Blythe showed a neutral expression and leaned back and tucked her legs up under her.
    “Their job. I’d argue right back that it’s not their job to sneak into the hospital to try to get a picture of my burns. Or follow every step I take on the hospital grounds, shouting offensive questions.” Evie tossed her hair back over her shoulder and tucked a loose strand behind her ear, her movements jerky.
    “You compare me to the paparazzi?” Blythe’s voice was quiet and measured.
    “You wouldn’t be here if I did. If the most god-awful paparazzi are at one end of the spectrum, then you’re at the opposite end. Your job is as admirable as theirs is horrible and morally debatable.”
    Blythe blinked slowly, as if Evie’s statement came as a complete surprise. Had she really thought Evie placed her in the same pit as the paparazzi?
    “Perhaps establishing the way you regard my work will benefit everything we do together.” Blythe curled the corners of her mouth, which added to her elfin looks. The combination of her soft, young appearance and her steely, subdued side intrigued Evie.
    “I hope so. The old adage that the camera never lies is hardly true anymore, with Photoshop and everything.”
    “Then again, that just states that people using Photoshop can doctor and manipulate photos. It has everything to do with the photographer and nothing to do with the integrity of the camera.”
    “You make it sound as if the camera is a live entity.”
    “Ah. Yes. I suppose I do. My Hasselblad certainly has a temper like a diva.” Blythe’s smile was full and genuine this time.
    Eve laughed at the unexpected humor. She had a lot to learn about this woman whom she in her youthful arrogance had pegged as a socially uncomfortable introvert when they first met last year. Already she’d seen Blythe be assertive and humorous, not to mention adventurous up in the tree. Now Blythe looked nothing short of beautiful as she sat curled up on the oversized couch. Her skin glowed softly, and her makeup-free face looked fresh. Her scent was fruity, flowery, and so very clean. Something stirred in Evie’s belly, something even more surprising than Blythe’s unknown qualities. Suddenly Blythe’s lips looked even pinker and softer. Full and curvy, with a perfect Cupid’s bow, they’d revealed small, white teeth when she smiled just now.
    “You could name it. Your Hasselblad. I mean, what kind of name is that, anyway?”
    “A Swedish name. This camera is made in Sweden. Mostly professionals use it, since it costs a small fortune. Hence me being paranoid with the camera bag.”
    “Gotcha. Still, the name. How about…Mabel?”
    “Mabel?” Blythe snorted, her eyes becoming narrow slits as amusement made her squint. “My mother had a great-aunt named Mabel. It has to be something sexy. I’m sure some Mabels are hot, but that doesn’t do it for me.”
    “And merely Hasselblad does?” Evie giggled. “Okay, hot. Hot, hot. How about Randy?”
    This suggestion sent Blythe’s eyebrows hovering just below her hairline. “I think not.”
    “So not that kind of hot, huh?” Evie pursed her lips, thinking. “Oh, I’ve got it. Of course, since she’s Swedish, your camera, her name has to be Viktoria, like the Swedish crown princess. Viktoria with a k .”
    “Viktoria.” Blythe tilted her head, looking like she was actually tasting the name. “Yes. That will do. Viktoria Hasselblad. Sounds like a hot diva.”
    “Yeah, I saw a picture of the crown princess. Think she got married a while back. She is a very beautiful, certainly hot, woman.” Evie suddenly realized how she was talking about women with Blythe, who didn’t seem to take any particular notice. In fact, she actually looked pleased that Evie had come up with a name for her beloved camera.
    Evie found this love for an object adorable. She could totally relate, since she used to have the same feeling for her car. Evie wasn’t sure she’d be able to