Page 57 of Feels Like Love
“True.” She grinned. “I might love Asher’s pastries even more than Enzo’s wine. Don’t tell Enzo I said that, though.”
I laughed. “I won’t.”
“I mean it, Wren. Enzo is passionate about his grapes. If he knew I’d said that, he might not go down on me for a month.”
I laughed, though it was mostly to hide my embarrassment. “Wow. Thatisserious.”
“You have no idea,” she sighed. “The man has a magical tongue. And fingers, and…”
“Okay. Okay.” I held up my hands. “I think I get the point.”
She regarded me a moment. “Wren, are you…embarrassed?”
“What?” My voice cracked. “No. I’m just not sure I see the allure.”
“Of oral sex?” she asked. When I nodded, she said, “Then you haven’t had the right partner.”
I lifted a shoulder. “I’ve actually never had a man…dothat.” I swallowed.
“Oh boy, you are missing out. We really do need to find you a good man. One who doesn’t hesitate to go downtown.”
“Oh god.” I covered my face with my hands. “That was so cheesy.”
“You never know,” she said, ignoring me. “Arlo could be that guy.”
I gulped. Was I ready for that? We were about to go on our first date. If it went well—if we continued dating—he’d expect something physical. Right?
“Anyway.” She waved a hand through the air. “Enough about that. I have a few boudoir shoots lined up, and we had a walk-in this morning asking about weddings.”
“For this summer?”
She nodded. “Her wedding is next month. Her photographer had to pull out because of health reasons.”
“Do you know who it was?” I asked.
“A woman in Cortina. I can’t remember the studio name.”
“That’s terrible,” I said, feeling bad for the photographer. I’d been in her shoes, and I hoped she’d be okay.
“Even so,” I continued. “We are pretty booked already. We could always refer her to someone else, like Kelsey over in Blue River Creek.”
“We could.”
“What do you think?” I asked. “Should we take on any more weddings this summer? Or would we be making ourselves crazy?”
“I’m open, but there’s something else I wanted to run something by you first.”
“What’s that?”
“So, you know Meghan Hart, the romance author?”
I nodded, sitting back in my chair. “Well, I know of her. I don’t know her personally.”
“Right?” Harper laughed. “I don’t think anyone knows her personally. Anyway, she saw some of our work on our Instagram feed, and her assistant reached out to me about taking some images for covers and promotional type stuff.”
“Wow.” I grinned. “That’s so cool.”
“I thought so too. And I know it’s a bit different from our usual services, so I wanted to check first. Little Bird Studios is your baby.”
