Exposed by Suzanne Ferrell Read Free Book Online

sheesh, everyone knew cutting the cake was a big deal.
    Her face heating furiously at her faux pas, she hurried away from the huge hunk of quiet, brooding man that was Frank Castello.
    Dammit . She wasn’t here to solve the puzzle of the marshal’s hatred of photographers. Her job was to save memories in photos for her friend. She was just going to have to focus on that and shove the odd attraction to a man who more than likely wouldn’t give her the time of day out of her mind.
    The little photographer wove her way through the crowd and into the pavilion. Even in her three inch heels, she barely came to his chin. How the hell did she move so quickly in those heels, anyway? In her haste, she barely missed one of the catering servers bearing a tray of the stuffed mushrooms he’d tried earlier.
    “The woman is a disaster waiting to happen,” Frank muttered.
    “You know she’s not one of those paparazzi photographers looking for a story to sell to the gossip rags,” Matt said from beside him. “Abby says she does strictly fashion photography.”
    “Photographer’s a photographer.” He’d learned years ago you couldn’t trust any of them.
    “Abby likes her,” Katie said.
    “Abigail likes everyone.”
    The woman almost got clipped in the head by a couple doing some wild dance step involving flying elbows as she passed the area designated as the dance floor.
    “Luke said she was actually helpful when they were on assignment in Milan, especially after she accidentally learned they were undercover agents.”
    “She probably had an angle on a story.”
    Finally, she reached the other side of the room, where the three-tier, decorated wedding cake sat.
    He exhaled.
    “For someone who hates photographers, you haven’t taken your eyes off her since she walked away,” Matt said, that damn Edgars’ teasing note in his voice.
    Frank glanced to his left and saw the smirk on Matt’s face. Before he could tell the middle brother where he could stuff his opinion, he whisked his wife away towards the cake serving area.
    Watching the blonde tornado had been instinct on his part. In his line of work, he was paid to notice anything out of the ordinary, and she was definitely not ordinary, with all that straw-blonde hair like a wild halo around her head, the lacy-silk sheath showing off her slender curves, and an intensity that could electrify a city block. Yeah, he noticed things. Anything dangerous that might pose a threat to others. Leaning down, he picked up her bulky camera case lying at his feet, and followed the couple across the reception area.
    There was one thing he knew about Sydney Peele. The woman was dangerous.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    “Congratulations!” the crowd yelled, throwing birdseed on Luke and Abby as they climbed into the limousine to whisk them off to their honeymoon.
    Sydney kept the camera busy, snapping off images of the happy couple, family, and friends in the crowd, and one poignant moment of Luke’s father hugging his mother, as she wiped at the happy tears rolling down her cheeks. If the photos turned out as good as she hoped they would, she’d frame a collage of them for Abby and Luke as a second wedding gift. The first was a book of all the images she’d captured today in both color and black and white.
    As the car pulled away from the curb and disappeared down Long Street, the crowd began to disperse.
    “Do we have to do the cleanup?” the oldest Edgars brother, Dave, asked.
    Their brother-in-law Jake Carlisle laughed and slapped him on the back. “That would be just like Luke to leave us with the work while he heads to a sunny beach to lay around doing nothing.”
    “He might,” Jake’s wife, Sami, said, thrusting a squirming little girl into his arms. “But not Abby. The caterers are taking care of everything as part of their fee. So, we’re free to get our kids home to bed. Even Nicky’s had enough partying for one night.”
    Everyone turned to see the eleven-year-old slumped over