Three quick steps into the air-conditioned interior and she thudded to a stop.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, knowing he wasn’t kidding her at all.What he was doing was ignoring every word of this morning’s phone conversation during which she’d told him—yet again—where she wanted the cameras located for tonight’s taping of Lauren and Anton’s wedding.Melanie jammed her pocket PC’s stylus into its slot, then zipped the whole device into the pale yellow case at her waist. She was not about to let down the bride or the groom. Especially not after the honor of being asked to handle their wedding video details.Setting her videographer on the straight and narrow had just become job one.Her status as gIRL-gEAR’s resident geek gave Melanie the inside scoop on the city’s best in high-tech photographers and video firms. And Avatare Productions had been the obvious choice.Or so she’d thought until she’d been stuck with the company’s hard-headed, opinionated and—yes, okay—admittedly hunky crew chief.No doubt about it.Jacob Faulkner had been put on this earth to ruin her life.But she’d be damned if she’d let him ruin her day.Marching down the aisle to the raised dais, she stood on the first step, watching him tilt one of the remote-controlled cameras he’d mounted on either end of the choir box railing.“Back up about three steps,”
