MAX and I walked out to his vehicle in silence. We didn’t speak. A line between us had been crossed. I didn’t know what that meant, but it both scared me and thrilled me at the same time.
“The photographer said those were the best photos he’s ever taken.”
Max huffed as he tossed his bag in the back. “I’m glad that I didn’t need to do the shot with the helmet over my junk.”
Funny because I had been excited about that outfit.
We got in and Max started the vehicle. His phone rang. On the dashboard, it said: Lolita calling.
Max grabbed his phone and stepped back out of the vehicle. “Give me a minute.”
What the hell?
Baffled, I watched him, as he stood in front of his SUV and laughed at something Lolita said.
Who was Lolita?
I observed him. He had a gentle smile on his face. His smiles
