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too late for the two of them. He’d give her the seduction of a lifetime for the two nights they were together in Miami and show her what she’d been missing all these years. And then he’d say good-bye for good.
    â€œOkay, angry works, too,” Mutt said, his camera snapping away. “Tighten that jaw. There’s fire in your eyes. Keep it there.”
    Damn right there was a fire in his eyes. And in his heart and in his whole body. He was poised for something great, some cause greater than himself.
Meet the Groom
was just another stop on the journey. Harper and Destiny Falls, ice hockey with Bomb Squad—everything was just a stop on the journey. Nine brothers-in-arms lost that day and all Brandon had been allowed to sacrifice was part of his leg. It was about goddamn time that the Powers That Be let him know why.
    â€œOkay. That’s a wrap. Not sure what got into you just now, but nice work today. We got a lot of possible winners.”
    Brandon shook his head, blinking hard. What the hell
had
gotten into him? Had to be that music, mixed with seeing Harper last night.
    He picked his way over electrical cords and lighting equipment, grabbing a rag along the way to wipe some of the baby oil from his chest and hands. Perching on a stool, he negotiated one leg of his gray nylon shorts over his running blade, the requested prosthesis for most modeling gigs he signed on for, given its sleek, curved design. It wasn’t quite as stable as his daily use Invictus Sport Foot, but having aesthetic options was part of the beauty of being a transtibial amputee.
    Mutt didn’t look up from his camera’s preview screen as he said, “This is your last modeling gig before
Meet the Groom
, right?”
    â€œHow’d you guess?”
    He shrugged. “Lucky hunch. You had trouble shaking off that faraway look. I’d be distracted too if I had all those women waiting for me.”
    Mutt was probably right. His intensity didn’t have as much to do with Harper as the fact that he was straddling two worlds, that of his future and that of his past, and so of course he’d be feeling uncharacteristically intense about all the changes.
    Brandon pulled on a white T-shirt from his bag. “Do I dare ask your opinion about
Meet the Groom
?”
    Mutt’s shrug was bored, hollow. “Any press is good press. It beats modeling purple bikinis, if you ask me.”
    This, coming from the photographer. So much for the guy’s artistic vision. “Aw, now, that’s not nice to say. Terrance told me I look pretty.” To take the joke further, he popped one hip up, pushed the side of his shorts down past his butt, and snapped the elastic edge of the briefs, adding a wink for good measure.
    He didn’t see the camera lift until it was too late. A rapid-fire of mechanical clicks competed with the rolling beat of a percussion solo coming from the speakers.
    â€œGotcha,” Mutt said, the camera still poised above a smug smile. “Wanna bet that’s the photo selected for their ad campaign?”
    Just terrific. Mutt was probably right and that final candid shot would be the keeper. Funny how that worked. All that meticulous planning and prep for a highly structured shooting day turned out to be a wash. Nothing trumped spontaneous, genuine expressions of feeling, not even the most carefully laid plans or the most seasoned modeling professionals who could fake emotions with the aplomb of actors.
    Brandon slugged his bag over his shoulder and started for the door. “Good shoot today, Mutt. I’ll catch you next time.”
    â€œYou won’t be back here to this little backwoods studio, m’boy. Hollywood’s got her snares in you now. Everything you’ve ever known is about to change.”
    Brandon was counting on it.
    â€œHey, one more thing,” Mutt said as Brandon was halfway out the door.
    Brandon raised his eyebrows, inviting Mutt’s