“Dude, every year you buy a new camera.”
“I know. I think I have some bizarre camera fetish. Do you want one of my old ones? I’ve got about five, I think.”
“Thanks, but I’m good. If I want a picture of something, I’ll just use my cell phone. I can’t deal with all those buttons and settings.”
I wander across the kitchen to look out the window while I wait for him to put his boots on, and that’s when I see Kyra, Chloe, and Rayne sitting out by the pool, laughing like girls do.
I have to force myself not to stare at Kyra in cut-off faded denim shorts, bright apple-red bikini top, sunglasses on top of her head pushing her hair off her face, and black motorcycle boots on her feet.
It’s the little black leather boots that get to me the most and make my body twitch in ways it definitely shou
