Chapter 46

Turning, Reggie looked anywhere except at Vic’s face as he said, “Thanks for the offer. I’m flattered but…no thanks.”

“No worries, my friend,” Vic said, putting away his tools.

Callie guided Reggie to the center of the set. Where the flash lines converged, there was a translucent plastic chair, minimalist and modern. It was upside down, the seat turned to the backdrop. Reggie frowned at it.

“Please, sit down here,” Callie said as she went to put the camera on a tripod. “With a leg on either side.”

Startled, he asked, “What?”

“Straddle it,” she said, articulating each word as if he wasn’t twenty-two but four. “Legs spread open, please.”

“Are you sure? I mean, it’s Golf Globe, not GQ, and I’m not…” Despite the air conditioning, Reggie broke out in a sweat.

Callie set the camera down and, in a moment, was beside him again, smiling. “Are you nervous?”