Toast
"Diana, you're gorgeous," Harrison was saying as he gave me the side eye, sipping on his lemonade. "You're the model," I said, glancing over toward the front door, feeling a trill of relief when Theo came back in with a cake in his hand, his father Cliff leaning up against the far wall with his sights set on it. "I'm telling you, the photographer I'm meeting with tomorrow would love you." I frowned. "I'm a lawyer." "A sexy lawyer," he said, eying me pointedly. "Don't be pushy," Phil said, frowning. "You too," Harrison grinned. "Why don't we do a group shoot?" "I have work," Phil said breezily, dodging the question. "Do you?" Harrison wondered, eying me curiously. "D's time has already been contracted," Theo said vaguely, setting the cake down in front of me, offering a wink. "O
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