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she did her best to encourage him.
    “Excellent! Great stuff. Now tighten your arms a little, show us those guns. Oh, yes, perfect.” Keeping up a running commentary, she flitted around him, taking photographs from different angles. The shoot had already improved and they’d have some decent photos to choose from. At the same time, she shoved much less innocent thoughts to the very back of her mind. Her attempt to stick them in a cupboard, wrap chains around it, and lock it tight failed miserably, though. They tickled at the very edges of her brain, but she resolutely ignored them.
    She straightened from her crouched position. “Let’s try some other poses, shall we?”
    “You’re the boss.”
    Since he didn’t appear to be sarcastic, she grinned. “I suppose I am. Right….”
    She clicked away, becoming so engrossed in her task of making her subject as interesting and attractive as possible, she didn’t have time for bad thoughts and they receded further.
    They continued for another hour or so, drawing lots of fascinated and confused glances from people walking past, who probably thought Patrick was someone . Thankfully, he became well and truly used to both the camera and the lingering stares. He wasn’t a natural, exactly—and probably never would be—but he’d definitely improved.
    After several more poses, she announced, “I think we’ve got enough here to wallpaper someone’s entire house, never mind appear on one page of a calendar. I can’t tell for sure on this little screen, but I think we’ve got loads here that have come out great. We’ll have to go through them together, if that’s okay with you? I’d rather make sure you’re happy with the photo I submit.”
    “No problem.” He bent to retrieve his shirt. “Can I put this back on now?”
    She nodded and he tugged the garment on at warp speed then stuffed his waterproof jacket into his bag. Maybe he hadn’t become quite as confident as she’d thought, and, if she admitted it to herself, it was a shame he’d covered up—he had a body to die for. Not too bulky, not too skinny, but just right. Lithe, toned, sexy… phew . She shook her head to try and rid her mind of the indecent images that had returned. Leching over her late fiancé’s little brother screamed inappropriate. They were working together to do something good for a worthy charity, nothing more.
    Grabbing her bag, she eased her precious camera back into it and slung it over her shoulder.
    “Hey.” Patrick walked over to her with his own bag in his hand and lifted it onto his shoulders, “I’ll carry that.”
    “It’s okay. I don’t want you getting your hands on it and secretly deleting photos!”
    “I wouldn’t dare. You’re quite a scary woman when you get into your photo-taking zone, you know.”
    “I am?”
    “Well, I wouldn’t mess with you, anyway. Here.” He held his hand out, and she reluctantly handed the bag over. It will be quite safe . She had no reason to worry.
    “Okay.” he said. “Shall we go and have our picnic now? I think we’ve earned it.”
    “ You definitely have. You did really well.”
    “Thanks.” They made their way out of the Ramble and back onto the path. “It wasn’t that bad, really. Though, thinking about it, I really should have had one of those beers first. It might have given me a bit more confidence.”
    “Well, we’ll go and find somewhere to sit and you can have one then. A reward for all your good work.”
    “Are you joining me? You’ve done good work, too. This whole thing was your idea!”
    “Well, not exactly. I didn’t dream up the calendar idea, did I?”
    “No, but that doesn’t matter. You’re still giving your own time and talent to help out. So, who did come up with the calendar idea?”
    “This guy, Leonidas Russo. He’s an ex-Marine and also lost his brother in Afghanistan.”
    “Seems like everyone has their reasons for doing this calendar, then.”
    “Pretty much. Come on, let’s not