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“Actually, wait here.” I jogged out to my truck and grabbed both of my cameras and their tripods. Now was as good a time as any to get them in place.
The cameras were probably my most prized possession. Sure, I had my truck, my bass, and my mother had gifted Xander and I both with her last name and sizable trust funds, but these had been hers before she passed away. She loved taking pictures. Making movies.
Sure, I could upgrade either one—the Fuji took 35mm film and the Sony used micro discs. There was much better technology out there now. I didn’t want any of it though; not for this. Evie helped me keep the cameras from dying, and I was going to use them until someone pried them from my cold, dead hands.
When I returned to Aubrey’s back room, I set up and started recording video, while Adam and I finished rearranging.
I had the hardest time figuring out where I wanted the mirror, because what it reflected would be so key. Sure, we could move it once I got into taking pictures, but it would be nice to have something inspiring to start with.
“You’ve got a whole Warehouse 13 vibe going on here.” Adam stepped back to admire it all when I decided I was satisfied.
I saw what he meant. “With one exception. My Alys is already fun. I don’t have to pull an evil version of her out of a mirror.”
Adam cocked his head to the side, still studying the layout. “Does that mean a good version might come out of the mirror? What if your Alys trapped a good Alys?”
“I’m not evil, I’m just spicy.” Alys’s comment startled me.
I grinned that she was here. “Spicy like that really good salsa Gage has?” I asked.
“Why is everything food with you?” Alys stepped up next to me.
Adam looked at her like she’d just asked the dumbest question. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
She sigh-laughed. “I didn’t walk out of a mirror, I promise.”
“Exactly what an Evil Alys would tell us,” Adam said.
I shut off the video camera. The thing had limited batteries and no one on the internet wanted to hear our silly banter. “Don’t worry. I solemnly swear not to tell anyone you’re evil.” I leaned closer to Alys. “Even if you are,” I said in a stage whisper.
“Got your clothes.” Aubrey stepped into the room, and paused at the doorway.
Adam moved toward the rear exit. “Call me if you need anything else.”
Yeah, that was almost as awkward as with Deacon.
Aubrey crossed the room, her arms loaded with clothing. “I think I have the perfect set-up, based on your instructions. And”—she nodded at a threefold silk screen leaning against a wall—“I can help you change behind that.”
“Aww. I wanted to watch.” I was only half joking.
Aubrey shot me a raised eyebrow look. “Keep you and your cameras on this side of the changing wall.” Her tone was light.
I did as ordered, but that didn’t stop me from hearing everything. Including several things I was pretty sure were meant to be taken out of context.
“Is that too tight?”
“No. It feels good tight.”
And.
“I didn’t expect it to get so big.”
“Yeah, it does that. But don’t you love it?”
“So much.” Alys practically moaned.
“Oh, come on,” I shouted.
“Maybe I am a bit evil,” Alys called back. “Check that mirror out there for good me?”
