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Mabel’s photos on her desk and turned to Lilah, who’d followed. “The Olson triplets are coming in tomorrow. Their mother wants harvest-themed photos.” Natalie had a pumpkin patch and weathered barn backdrop that would work, but she’d have to drag in a bale of hay and some leaves to stage the studio in back. “I’m thinking it would be better to meet them in Shaw Park instead of shooting studio photos here.” The Olson boys were five and notorious for naughty behavior. Rather than try to control her hyper sons, Shanna Olson had given up and given in years ago.
    Lilah shook her head. “Shanna took fertility drugs like you. Think about it.”
    She had, and every time she was in a grocery store and heard a case of soda hit the floor and Shanna’s tired voice say, “Peter, Paul, Patrick. Get down from there,” she thanked God she hadn’t conceived triplets.
    Lilah leaned one shoulder into the door frame. “What’s come in lately?”
    Natalie didn’t have to ask what her friend was talking about. “It’s unethical for me to discuss a customer’s personal photos that I may or may not have inspected for quality assurance.”
    “Save it for your customers who inexplicably send you their private pictures and just as inexplicably believe that you don’t look at them.” Lilah held up one hand and motioned for Natalie to bring it on. “Spill it.”
    “I shouldn’t.” She bit the corner of her lower lip.
    “Don’t pretend you can keep a secret.”
    “I can!”
    “No you can’t.” Lilah tilted her head to one side. “You tell everyone what their present is before you give it to them.”
    “I haven’t done that in a long time.” She could keep a secret. No problem. No sweat. Not a big deal. “Frankie Cornell has a massive penis,” she said really fast and perhaps a little loud as if it burst uncontrollably from her lips.
    “Seriously? The Frankie we went to school with?”
    She nodded and put a hand on her chest. “Scary huge.” God strike her down, but she felt better now that it was out. Like a pressure cooker after it let out a little steam.
    “The short little guy who ate a tuna fish sandwich every day?”
    “Yeah. When he picked up his prints yesterday, I couldn’t look him in the eyes but I was afraid to look down.” She dropped her hand and let out a breath. “It was a problem.”
    “What did it look like?”
    “Ugly.” She shuddered. “Like an angry mutant.”
    Lilah laughed. “There must have been something in that tuna his mom packed in his lunch. Probably chromium.”
    “I doubt chromium gave him monster junk, Erin Brockovich.”
    “Did you make copies?”
    “That’s illegal and unethical.” She moved past her friend toward the digital printer. “And believe me, I never want to see that enormous penis again.” Just the thought made her cringe. “I’m still traumatized.”
    The bell sitting on the front counter rang once, and Natalie spun around as Lilah stuck her head out of the office. Both women froze as they stared at the man on the other side of the counter. A black short-sleeve shirt clung to his big biceps and bigger shoulders and the defined muscles of his chest. It was the kind of shirt that joggers wore when they ran twenty miles, then stopped to lift a few cars. The kind only a supremely confident man would dare wear in public.
    She raised her gaze up his thick neck and square chin. Past the fine definition of his lips and nose to his eyes. Gray. Steel. Stormy. Everything that was hard and cold. Just like she remembered from yesterday, and if he wasn’t the biggest a-hole on the planet, she might think he was handsome. With his short blond hair and strong chin and jaw, he could pass for an action hero in a Hollywood blockbuster. Thor. G.I. Joe. Captain America. Magic Mike. And yes, she knew that Magic Mike wasn’t an action hero movie, but it had the kind of action that reminded her of this man. The hot and sweaty, bump and grinding kind of action that