“That won’t be necessary. I can’t take it with me,” I said.
“I could bring it by. Will you be home Saturday morning?” Heather’s eyes were bright.
“I should be. I appreciate the service,” I told her as her boss walked up. “You’re why I buy everything here.”
Chapter 2 - Photographer
The photography studio was a small storefront just down from the boutique where Heather worked. The front window displayed samples of their work while blocking the view inside. The front lobby of the studio was decorated tastefully with a small reception desk and chairs for waiting. Framed photographs hung on the walls. Most of the pictures were of families and couples mixed with studio shots of beautiful men and women.
They seemed to have a knack for photographing women. I recognized some of the subjects, a
