Chapter 5

Without warning, Brett leans in and plants a chaste kiss in the corner of Johnny’s mouth. “I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he breathes.

“You said two,” Johnny reminds him.

The exasperated look on Brett’s face tells him he doesn’t mean that.But it’s a subtle reminder of just why he’s here in the first place, and Brett picks up on it easily. “My assistant’s gone for the day, but you’ve got pretty flawless skin already.” He should know—he’s inches from it. “I started in makeup. I’m sure I can get you camera ready. You brought stuff to wear?”

“Some.” Johnny hefts the messenger bag he carries slung over one shoulder. Inside are two shirts, the nicest he owns, and a pair of black twill pants that are part of his uniform at the tanning salon. He doesn’t have another pair—everything else is denim.