I’ll let you know when I have the photos ready for viewing.” Melodie held her hand out for the camera bag that Patrick had still insisted on carrying for her. “Oh, I thought we were going to check them out now.” “Yeah, sorry. I’ve got a headache coming on and would like to go lie down before it gets worse.” She couldn’t let him come up right then. She wasn’t ready for what might happen if he did. “Oh, right. Sorry to hear that. Go get some rest, and I hope you’re feeling better soon. Want me to carry your bag upstairs?” Patrick appeared really concerned, and her resolve melted a little. Then she tugged it back into place quickly. Her head was fucked up because of her feelings for him. Her mind had been wandering down that sordid, forbidden path ever since the shoot. “I’ll be fine, really. I’ll drop you a text later or tomorrow and let you know how I’m doing.” “Please do.” Bending, he pressed a kiss on her cheek.
