Finally Satisfied by Tori Scott Read Free Book Online

down the steps, Cara threw an arm over her
shoulder and the other arm around Reggie.
    With their heads close together, they smiled
on cue and Angel knew that picture would be a keeper.
    “Okay. Thanks to Mitch, we’re done here. I
just need you to come into the studio on Monday for some formal
shots and we’ll be all done until the wedding.”
    “I’ll be there. Don’t forget your clothes,
too, because I want some pre-wedding shots of all of us in full
regalia. We’ll have to find someone else to shoot the ones with you
in them, though. Anyone you can ask?”
    “No need,” Angel said. “I have a remote.
We’ll be fine.”
    Cara moved closer to whisper in her ear.
“Want us to wait for you, or do you want Mitch to take you
home?”
    “I don’t know,” Angel whispered back. “I have
no idea why he’s here.”
    “Okay, we’ll hang around in the parking lot
for a few minutes. If you want us to leave, just flash the light on
your phone at us, okay?”
    “Okay.” Angel started packing up her
equipment as she watched Cara and Reggie walk away. She almost
wished she could call them back. She was totally out of her depth
with Mitch. She didn’t even know how to talk to him.
    “Can I help?” he asked, standing above her as
she knelt beside her camera case.
    “Um, sure. Can you bring me the lights and
that reflector over there?” She pointed toward the gazebo, then
returned to securing her camera and lenses. As he walked away, she
watched him from beneath her lashes. The man had a very nice rear
view, she’d give him that. Tonight he wore soft, well-worn jeans
that molded to his body, a long-sleeved turtleneck under a soft
blue sweater, and supple leather boots covered his feet.
    He was one damned good-looking man, she
thought as he turned back toward her. And the more time she spent
with him, the less he looked like Eric. They had the same dark
hair, the same dark eyes, but that’s where the resemblance ended.
Eric had a weak chin, if she remembered correctly. She hadn’t seen
him in years, but that one thing really stood out. Mitch’s chin and
jaw were strong, well-formed. Or maybe it was the way he carried
himself that made it seem so.
    Whatever, he looked like…Mitch. Not Eric. Not
a Turner. Just Mitch.
    He returned with the light stands and set
them beside her. He glanced toward the parking lot. “Are they
waiting for you?” he asked, inclining his head toward Cara’s
car.
    “Yeah. They’re my ride home.”
    He knelt beside her and started packing the
lights into their cases. “I could take you home. If you want me to,
that is. No sense in them waiting around for you.”
    Angel rocked back on her heels so she could
look at him. “Why?”
    Mitch shrugged. “Damned if I know. I swore I
wasn’t going to have anything more to do with you. Then you started
taking control of your life and, I don’t know, I like what I’m
seeing. I’d like to spend a little time with you without the crowd.
Like maybe dinner?”
    “Any strings attached to that
invitation?”
    “Not a single one.”
    “Carino’s?” For some reason, her appetite
roared to life and her stomach growled.
    Mitch laughed. “Carino’s works for me, though
from the sound of that rumble, we’d better hurry.”
    “Deal. Go check the gazebo, make sure we got
everything. I’ll be packed in a jiff.” As soon as he walked away,
she flashed her cell phone twice in the direction of Cara’s car and
the engine roared to life. They waited another minute or two before
they drove away, and Angel prayed she hadn’t just made the second
biggest mistake of her life.
    ***
    “So there I was, standing outside the dorm
wearing nothing but boxers, and my frat brothers were hanging out
the windows, laughing hysterically and taking pictures. And who
should walk by but the Dean of the medical school. I thought my
education was finished right then.” Mitch dipped a piece of crusty
bread into the plate of oil and took a bite.
    “Seriously? I thought