the doorknob, his gaze on Sierra.
“I don’t plan on staying here long.”
She smiled and continued to pet Leo. “Okay, Evan. Good night.”
It was like she didn’t believe him. Well, she’d find out otherwise before too long.
Without bothering to say goodbye, he walked out, closing the door behind him and leading Miller and Beck back to their apartment.
The dogs bounced inside, their nails clicking on the hardwood floor as they both pounced on the same chew toy. Wrestling ensued. Evan watched for a few minutes and considered joining in, but headed to the kitchen for a glass of water first.
Although he’d grabbed a sandwich after the game, he realized he was still hungry. He only had the few dry goods that had moved with him, though. He wondered if he had any peanut butter left so he could grab a spoonful. Researching places to call for delivery just seemed like too much effort.
Crossing over to the pantry, he opened the door and blinked over what he saw.
She’d gone grocery shopping for him. There were boxes of cereal, cans of beans and vegetables, packages of chips, crackers, and snack bars, and a loaf of fresh bread. Moving to the fridge, he found it just as full as the pantry, right down to every kind of condiment known to man.
Front and center were two six packs. Miller Lite and Beck’s.
The muscles at the corners of his mouth pulled up. He grabbed a bottle of Miller Lite and opened it, drinking it as he made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He opted for a Beck’s after he finished eating, carrying it into the family room.
He lifted the remote to turn on the television, but paused with his finger hovering over the power button. The strains of music from Sierra’s apartment were faintly audible now that the dogs had calmed down and were eating their dinner.
Putting the remote down, he sat on the sofa and nursed his beer until the music stopped. Then he turned off the lights and headed to bed, more content than he expected to be.
Chapter 7
Sierra got up early the next morning to do some editing. She took Leo for a walk before she sat in front of her computer with a glass of sweet tea and scrolled through images, pulling up the ones she liked and enhancing them in Photoshop as needed. After two hours, she had an online album to share with her clients, a family who had hired her to do their portraits.
Much of her business came from these types of shoots. Thanks in part to Aunt Caroline, word had gotten around the ball club that she was good with a camera. That season alone, she’d already done shoots with four different players and their families, and had bookings for several more.
As much as she enjoyed working with people, she felt her most passionate behind the camera when she was viewing the world through it. Everything was a moment waiting to be captured. Yes, there were times when that moment needed to be shaped and molded, like with the pregnancy shoot she was scheduled to do with Everly and Cole later that morning. But many times, the best images couldn’t be predicted or posed.
Once she e-mailed the album to her clients with instructions on how to access it, she made a bowl of cereal for breakfast and ate it while standing at the counter, looking out of her kitchen window. The lighting was going to be perfect for today’s shoot, she thought. She was glad they had decided to do this one in Piedmont Park.
She washed her cereal bowl and spoon when she was done eating. Heading to her bathroom, she brushed her teeth and pulled her hair back into a ponytail before she got changed. Since it was just Everly and Cole, she didn’t go through a lot of effort to dress professionally. They were all going to swelter in the heat anyway. She put on a ruffled light blue tank top and white capris with sandals and called herself ready.
Leo wagged his tail when she emerged from the bedroom. He was an intuitive animal. Even though she hadn’t said anything, he knew he was going to come along