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“Exactly.”
He turned to face her. “Wait a minute… did you just say fuckery?”
She grinned. “I did.”
“Jesus.”
“So you’ll think about it then?” she asked, nudging his arm.
“On one condition: that you’ll come to the wedding.”
Amelie sighed, and before she realized the full implication of what she was agreeing to, she added, “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
SEVENTEEN
Amelie shifted her position, leaned her head back against the seat, and closed her eyes before opening them again. It was turning out to be a bumpy flight, which wasn’t helping her cause to try to get some sleep. She glanced at Jack, who, unlike her, didn’t appear to be having any problems at all. All of a sudden, he reached out and grabbed her arm, startling her so that she let out a loud gasp and practically jumped out of her seat.
“What the hell?” she said, her voice hushed.
He grinned and eyed her suspiciously. “Can’t sleep?”
“No. I’m worried about getting the shots they want. The editors weren’t very specific, which makes it a little more difficult. I don’t even know why they chose me for this job. I hate cold weather. Sometimes, I worry that I’m not cut out for this at all.”
Jack considered her statement before he spoke. “Since when have you ever worried about getting a shot? That’s not the girl I know.”
She sighed. “Since they started paying me a lot of money to get them.”
“So just pretend they aren’t.”
She shrugged and changed the subject. “What did you end up telling her?”
“Who? Elise?”
Amelie cocked her head to the side slightly and studied his expression.
Jack sucked a deep breath in and exhaled. “I told her I had some business that I needed to wrap up.” He shrugged and continued. “No further explanation was required. Our relationship isn’t really like that… we don’t question one another.”
She looked deep into his eyes, searching. “Well, I guess you didn’t really lie then, did you?”
“No, I didn’t,” he stated, matter of factly.
“Does she know about me? I mean… does she know I exist?”
“She does.”
Amelie nodded and closed her eyes. The next time she opened them they were making their descent into Keflavik. Noticing she was awake, Jack set down the newspaper he’d been reading, smiled, and pushed a small cup in her direction. “Coffee?”
She stretched and took the cup from his hands. He turned his attention back to the newspaper. “So what’s the plan?”
Amelie rubbed her eyes, and then cocked her head to the side. “Plan?”
“Photographers don’t have plans?” he said, not looking up from the newspaper as he answered.
“Oh. You meant plan,” she remarked sarcastically. “Well… we don’t meet with our guide until tomorrow morning. So I figured that we could scout out a few locations today. Since they haven’t really given specific instructions as to what they want… I figure I’ll just take a bunch of shots and see what sticks.”
Jack reached for her hand. She eyed her hand in his but didn’t move to pull away. “Sometimes… I pretend she’s you. I know… that sounds crazy… and I don’t mean it in a sick way or anything… I mean, it’s not like I do it when we’re having sex or anything, but it happens, just in general, you know.”
Amelie stared straight past him into the aisle across from them and then out the window. “I’m no expert, Jack… but that doesn’t sound very healthy.”
