He gave a mock bow. “Your understanding is much appreciated, since my camera follows me everywhere. No questions asked.”
“Sounds like a perfect relationship for you.”
“It is,” he admitted. “My camera packs light, doesn’t hog the bed, and never gets upset when I don’t remember its birthday.”
“Men.”
“We are what we are.”
A breeze caught the ends of her hair. He snapped her picture again.
She sighed.
“I’m not going overboard,” he said.
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