Everyone was wandering around with glasses of wine, staring at her photos, making comments. She knew that some people loved them, some people hated them, and most people fell somewhere in between. She took a deep breath and tried to remember that she was happy with her work, that she wouldn’t change anything even if she could. A large hand touched her lower back and she turned, relieved. “Adam.” “Hey, baby,” he said. “Sorry I’m late. It was impossible to find anywhere to park.” “That’s OK.” She took him in, looking him up and down. “Wow. You look great.” He smiled at her and her heart did a back flip in her chest. He was wearing a snug pair of black dress pants and a crisp white dress shirt. The top buttons were undone, his strong collarbone visible and his tattoos peeking out. Her breath caught. He lowered his mouth to her ear. “And you look delectable.” She flushed bright red. “Really?” “Oh, yeah.” He admired her long, lean figure in the tight dress.
