After a few moments, Cam seemed to notice. “Why don’t you start packing things up, Lace?” he asked. “I’ve got this.”
Lacy hesitated. “Are you sure? I can help out.”
“This is the last one today. Unless I can talk Daddy over there into sitting for me.” Cam winked at Preston, who felt his face heat up all over again. God, in no time at all he had regressed fifteen years to become a bumbling teenager, easily embarrassed by a cute guy flirting with him.
And it wasflirting, right? Preston hadn’t actively dated in years, not since Tess re-enlisted and he found himself a full-time father, but he was pretty sure he remembered what it looked like. The coy glances, the quick smiles, the teasing words that might mean something more if he wanted to go there.
Which I don’t, he told himself. Or rather, I shouldn’t. Not here, not at Abby’s school. I’m only here to make sure she gets her photo taken, not pick up the hottie behind the camera.