The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [48]
“And how will you do that?” she asked innocently, knowing the answer but wanting him to expound anyway.
“I can show you better than I can tell you.”
Cocking her head, and with a seductive glint in the depths of her hazel eyes, she said, “Then show me.”
And he did that night. Numerous times.
“That’s it. Move a little to the right. Oooh, yes. Now tilt your head a little back. Just a little. That’s perfect, now hold it right there.”
It was at that moment that Savannah took Durango’s picture, just one of several she had taken already that day after he’d come in from work. She had convinced him that she needed to use up the rest of her film and that he would make the perfect model.
“Now open your shirt and let me see your chest.”
He frowned. “Hey, just what kinds of photos are you taking?”
She grinned. “I told you. I want to sell my boss on the idea of doing a calendar on park rangers. They do them on firemen and policemen all the time. It’s about time we honor American heroes.”
He crossed his hand over his chest, ignoring the fact that Savannah and her camera were still clicking. “And just who will be buying these calendars?” he asked, thinking about a calendar that his cousin Thorn had done for charity a couple of years ago. They had sold like hotcakes.
She chuckled. “Anyone who appreciates good art…as well as a good-looking man. Besides, I think it would be a great idea for a charity fund-raiser. I can see you as Mr. February.”
He lifted a brow. “Why Mr. February?”
She shrugged, and then said, “I think of you as Mr. February because that’s the month this is, and so far it’s been a good one—morning sickness and all. Also, February makes you think of hearts, and it was this month I heard a heart…the one belonging to our baby…so, you being Mr. February makes sense even if what I just said doesn’t.”
Durango looked at her with understanding because to him everything she said did make sense. No matter how long their marriage lasted or when it ended, the month of February would always have a special meaning to them. Without saying anything else he undid the top button while she snapped away with her camera.
“Sexy. Yes, that was one sexy pose,” she said, looking up at him, deciding she’d taken enough pictures of him for now. Just then her pulse quickened due to the totally male look he was giving her.
“You think so?”
“Yes,” she said, unzipping the case to put her camera in. “I have to admit it was fun. When did you decide to get into photography?” he asked, leaning against the wooden rail of the outside deck.
Savannah glanced up at him. A great expanse of mountain range was in the background and for a heartbeat of a minute she was tempted to pull her camera out again. He was giving her another sexy pose.
“When I was a teen…sixteen, I think,” she said. “My grandparents bought me my first camera and I drove everybody crazy with it by taking pictures whether I had their permission or not. I caught Mom, Rico and Jessica in some very embarrassing moments.”
“Um, should I be worried?” he asked, grinning.
Savannah laughed. “No, I’ve grown up a lot since that time. Now I’m harmless.”
Harmless? Durango wasn’t so sure about that. Since Savannah had come into his life, nothing had been the same. The people he worked with couldn’t believe it when he’d made the announcement that morning that he had gotten married. A number of them thought he was joking until Savannah had shown up at the ranger station at noon for their lunch date. Then he’d seen both understanding and envy in a lot of the guys’ eyes. He wondered what those same coworkers would think a year from now when he and Savannah went their separate ways.
“I hope you like what I cooked for dinner.”
Savannah’s words intruded, reclaiming his thoughts. “I’m sure I will. But you didn’t have to go to any trouble. I could have fixed something when I got in.”
She laughed. “It’s the least I can do while you’re at work every day. I’m not used to being home all day. In fact, I pitched the calendar idea to my boss. If he approves