“I don’t,” I admit. He’s the first person I haven’t felt annoyed by while I’m working. Focusing on the pictures, I keep editing, noticing the mannerisms he mentioned, and my smile widens when I realize he really must have been watching me.
“Done,” I declare, only to soften and stop. Mackie is asleep. His eyes are closed, and the phone is slightly tilted to the side.
Biting my lip, I pick up my phone and stare since he can’t catch me.
Putting it down, I grab my camera and take a quick shot, capturing his beauty and the fact that he’s in my space with me. Lifting it once more, I walk over to my couch and lie down. I should go home, but my phone would connect to my car and it might wake him, so instead, I curl up on my side like I’m facing him and stare at his face until sleep claims me.
“Boss man.” Evan’s voice rouses me, and I blink my eyes open. I can’t have slept more than few hours, but sunlight streams into my office. “Did you fall asleep here again?”
“I worked late,” I say with a yawn as he moves around, putting breakfast on my desk and tidying up. It isn’t part of his job, but he doesit anyway. That’s when I remember. I search for my phone and find it on the floor.
We aren’t on FaceTime anymore, but there’s a text.
Sunshine: Did you know you talk in your sleep? It’s cute. Have a good day at work.
I do?
Shit, what did I say?
I stare at the text before typing one of my own.
Conan: Did I say anything interesting?
Conan: And thanks, you too. Hope you managed to get some sleep.
“Earth to boss man.” Evan sighs, and I look up as he hands me a bottle of water. “We have a shoot on the east side in two hours.”
“Got it.” I nod. “I’m prepped. Are you?”
“Of course.”
“Good, because I want you to lead it,” I say as I stretch, and when he gapes, I grin. “You’re ready, Evan. You’re an incredible photographer with the ability to catch what others miss. In all honesty, you could start your own company now.”
“Thank you!” He swings me in a hug before hurrying out, already on the phone with Alek.
When he returns, I’ve changed into spare clothes I keep here and I’m heating the breakfast he brought. He sits opposite me, still smiling widely in excitement. I don’t think I’ve ever been that excited for a shoot before or felt that nervous energy.
Okay, that’s a lie.
I did with Mackie, but no one else.
I eye Evan. I have no one else to ask. “Evan, what does it mean if someone starts talking to you on Instagram?”
His eyebrows rise. “Did someone slide into your DMs, or did you slide into theirs?”
“That’s important?” I frown.
“Hell yes. Whoever did it first is the one who wants something, usually dick—I mean a relationship of sorts on Instagram.” He coughs to cover his words, and I sit back.
“You are sure?”
“Usually, or they want to get to know you.” He grins, leaning forward like we are sharing secrets. “Who is it?”
I ignore him for a moment, playing with my keyboard. “And if they call and text you?”
“Even more interesting.” He props his chin on his hands, grinning at me. “Who is it? Do I know them?”
“It’s a hypothetical question,” I add.
