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Four

Callie was just out of the shower when she heard her sister call out.

“It’s gone live,” Summer was saying from two rooms over.

“The interview?” Anticipation quickened her movements as she dried off, put on her silk robe and headed for the living room.

“Yep. I didn’t expect they’d run it for a few more days yet.”

Callie stood behind her sister and peeked over her shoulder at the laptop screen. All the breath left her body as she saw the page. She and Adam had never had a photo taken of themselves together before—their relationship was hardly significant enough to warrant that—and they’d never shared a bathroom to get ready to go out and caught sight of themselves side by side in the mirror, so she hadn’t seen an image of them as a couple reflected back at her. She’d failed to realize the startling effect it would have on her.

There were a few shots of her with Adam among the flowers, but the biggest photo, the one taking up about half the page, was Adam kneeling at her feet, the hem of her dress in his hand.

“That photo is great,” Summer said, pointing to the same one Callie was looking at. “The composition is genius. Was that arrangement the photographer’s idea or yours?”

“Ours,” Callie said faintly, still trying to take it all in.

“Good work. And your expression is perfect. You look totally smitten. All that practice paid off.”

Callie couldn’t reply; she just kept staring at the photo. Because her sister was right—the woman in that photo looked completely smitten by the man in front of her. And the scary part was she hadn’t been pretending. Neither of them had known their picture was being taken.