Page 31 of Marrying Chrissy

“Well, don’t forget to take part in the events and not just photograph them.”

Lucy stuck her tongue out at Wyatt, and he returned the gesture. They both smiled as she continued to canvas the area and moved away to shoot something else.

“She seems really nice.” Chrissy put her hands on the blanket behind her and leaned back. “She’s right about candid pictures.”

“Yeah, Lucy’s great. Even though I think she spends too much time behind her camera during the reunion.”

“The problem with being the photographer is that you’re never in the pictures.”

“Exactly.” Wyatt removed his own sandals and relished the feel of the sun on his skin. “She’s good at what she does, though. We keep telling her she should open her own studio, but she says it’ll turn a fun hobby into a stressful job.” He lifted a palm full of sand and let it sift through his fingers. “You’ll get to see the pictures. She usually creates a slideshow and sends everyone a copy. I’ll make sure you get one.”

“I appreciate that.” Chrissy withdrew a folded piece of paper from one of her back pockets. She opened it and laid it on the blanket, smoothing out the creases. “Which other events do you participate in?”

Wyatt took in the list. “I usually help my nieces and nephews with the scavenger hunt.” Wow, they’d really packed the two days in with more activities than usual. His parents were always doing their best to make everyone happy, which was impossible. “Everything’s optional, though, except for dinner this evening. A lot of people will choose a couple activities per day and spend the rest of the time splashing and relaxing on the beach. Don’t feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He was having a difficult time gauging what she was interested in.

She nodded thoughtfully. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to help with the scavenger hunt, then maybe hang out at the beach this afternoon. I definitely want to be there for the bonfire tonight after dinner, though.” She folded the paper again and slipped it back into her pocket. “I haven’t been to a bonfire since my senior year of high school.”

“That sounds good.” He liked that she wanted to stay for the volleyball games. Would she cheer for him and his team? It shouldn’t make a difference, but it did.

He was also glad she decided to stay because he didn’t want to leave her completely on her own with Violet and his mother wandering around. He could keep an eye on her and make sure some of the more…nosy…family members left her alone. The primary reason for sticking together, of course.

At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

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