Skin Deep: The O'Hurleys by Nora Roberts

Author:Nora Roberts [Roberts, Nora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781101568286
Publisher: InterMix Books
Published: 2012-02-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“Quinn, I promise you, this is going to take a good three hours, maybe four.” Chantel got out of the car, then leaned over to take her garment bag from the hook by the passenger door.

He noticed how nicely the slim skirt fit over her bottom. “I can be patient.”

“A photo session is often very tedious for the people involved, much less for someone who just has to sit there.”

“Let me worry about that,” he advised, and took the bag from her.

“I have to worry about it. Knowing you’re hanging around, grumbling under your breath, is going to make me tense.” Chantel pressed a buzzer on the outside door, then tipped down her sunglasses to peer over them. “And tension will show in the pictures. This layout for the Scene is very important.”

He pushed the glasses back up on her nose. “So are you.”

It warmed her. She no longer knew how to pretend it didn’t. Chantel rose on her toes to brush a kiss over his lips. “I appreciate that. But I’ll be perfectly safe. Margo will be there to do my hair, and the makeup artist is a freelancer I’ve worked with before. Mrs. Alice Cooke. They have to stay for the whole session. I’ll be surrounded by well-meaning women.”

“And the photographer,” he reminded her. “I’m not letting you alone with this Bryan Mitchell or any other man.”

Chantel started to correct him, then thought better of it. A woman was entitled to take every advantage offered. She ran a finger over the collar of his shirt. “Jealous?”

“Cautious.”

“Bryan Mitchell.” The voice coming through the intercom was low, smooth and feminine.

“It’s Chantel O’Hurley for the one o’clock session.”

“Right on time.”

There was a mechanical buzz from inside the door, and then it unlatched.

“Bryan Mitchell is a tall, gorgeous blonde,” Chantel began as they climbed the inside stairs. “We’ve been friends for years.”

Quinn wrapped his fingers around hers. “All the more reason I’m not leaving you alone with him. Until this thing is settled, the only man you’re having solitary dealings with is me.”

“Well.” Chantel paused at the studio door and wrapped her arms around him. “I like that,” she murmured, and met his lips with hers.

“I bet you do.” Bryan stood in the open doorway, grinning.

“Quinn Doran.” Chantel laid a hand lightly on his arm. “Bryan Mitchell.”

The photographer was indeed tall, blond and gorgeous. She was also a woman. Quinn shot Chantel a look as she smiled. “Nice meeting you.”

Bryan offered him a hand, already wondering if she could convince him to sit for her. “Welcome to chaos,” she told them as she gestured them inside. “I’m still setting up. Chantel, you know where the cold drinks are. Hairdressing and makeup are in the back room having an argument about fashion. Personally, I can’t get emotionally involved over whether henna is back to stay.” As she spoke, she walked over to a set of white umbrellas and adjusted them.

Chantel walked to a cramped little room off the side of the studio and poked in the refrigerator.

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