Page 32 of Feels Like Love
“And Harper?” he asked.
“She convinced me to try LoveBirds.”
“Ah.” He tilted his head back. “You two seem close.”
I nodded. “She’s like the cool older sister I always wanted.”
“I can see that. I’m glad you brought her on. You make a good team.”
“Me too. It’s great because we both have our own strengths, and there are things each of us likes and dislikes doing. It’s been so nice to get to do more of what I want because I no longer have to do everything.”
He stared at me, mouth agape.
“What?” I asked.
“Did you—” He looked away and then back to me. “Did you, Wren Beaudin, just admit to accepting help?”
“Yeah. Yeah.” I rolled my eyes. “I know you think I can’t accept help, but you weren’t around for all the years I was on the receiving end. I am beyond grateful for the support, but I’m so glad I can stand on my own two feet.”
“Are you…okay?” he asked, his tone hesitant.
“I am now.”Mostly, anyway.I just had to listen to my body. Stay aware. “Anyway.” I waved a hand through the air, not wanting to dwell on it. “Bringing Harper on was a great decision.”
“That’s great. I’m really proud of you. When you’re a business owner, it can be hard to know when to bring more people on. But it can be a game-changer.”
“For sure.” I nodded, thinking about how many hours I’d agonized over hiring someone. I’d had the business to justify it for a while, but I needed someone who understood my vision for Little Bird Studios. Who had a similar aesthetic and work ethic. And Harper definitely fit the bill.
“What does Harper like doing that you don’t, and vice versa?”
“I love photographing kids, especially newborns. Though, both can be challenging.”
He laughed. “I imagine there’s lots of bribery involved.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“And Harper?” he asked. “What does she like doing?”
My cheeks were on fire. Legit on fire, when I said, “Boudoir-style shoots.”
“Boudoir—like in the bedroom?”
“We usually shoot them at the studio. We have a space set up just for that purpose.”
“And you take pictures of people naked?”
“I don’t,” I said. “Harper does. And they’re not naked. Well, not completely.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Have you ever done a boudoir shoot?”
“Once.”
He jerked his head back. “What?”
“What do you mean, what? The client asked for it, and I was willing to try. At a reduced rate, of course, since I lacked experience.”
“Oh.” He relaxed. “Oh. You meant as the photographer.”
“Yeah.” I cocked my head to the side. “What did you think I meant?” And then my eyes widened, understanding dawning on me. “Oh.As the subject? Oh, heck no!”
