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when her father entered the lobby. I captured the look in his eye when he first saw her. I was instantly taken back by his love for her; she was definitely daddy’s little princess. He was silently preparing to give his daughter away. I turned around to give them their privacy.
    As I rounded the corner, I bumped into something hard. I looked up and saw a man dressed in a tux with beautiful blue eyes.
    “Are you all right?” he asked as he steadied me while holding my shoulders.
    “Y-yes, thank you.”
    “No problem,” he said with a grin.
    I turned beet red and couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I could feel my breath quicken. I lightly pushed him away, excusing myself.
    “Wait. Where are you going?” he asked.
    “I was just heading outside.”
    “But, I would like a picture with my sister, if you don’t mind. I’m Luke; my sister’s the bride.”
    “Umm…well…umm…I’m not the photographer. I am a photographer, but not a people photographer.”
    “Oh. But, didn’t I just see you take one of my Dad when he came in?”
    “Yes. I’m sorry; I just saw something in his eyes. I’ll delete it if you wish.”
    “No, I would like to see it.”
    “You want to see it?”
    “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
    “Okay.” I turned around with my back to his chest, so he could see the screen on my camera.
    Luke breathed in her scent.
    “These look really good. I haven’t seen him with that look in his eye since my mom died,” Luke said in awe.
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” I replied as I turned around to face him. He must have noticed something in my eyes because he ran his hands down my arms.
    He said, “So am I.”
    As I looked at him, I could see in his eyes that we shared the same kind of pain.
    “Would you please take a few pictures of my sisters and me?”
    I shrugged. “If you want.”
    “Yes, I do want. Then, after you’ve edited them, you will be in touch with me.”
    I just stared at him with a puzzled look on my face.
    When I started taking pictures, I felt like I was at home again. I even let myself giggle a few times.
    Their car arrived, and they started heading out. I took a few last shots of them leaving, watching her father guide her to the car. It made me think of Sam and what it would have been like taking our daughter to her future husband—something that was never going to happen. I sighed and turned to leave. I was just about through the other set of doors when a large hand grabbed me. I jumped, totally startled.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Luke said.
    “Well, you did.”
    “Yes, yes, I did.”
    “I just wanted to give you my business card, so you could send me those pictures.”
    I looked at it. Luke McDerment of McDerment Industries. Architectural software. I started to walk again.
    “Wait.”
    I turned slowly. “Yes?”
    “Would you please join me…I mean, us?”
    “No, I don’t think so.”
    “Please?” he asked with his hand out.
    “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not the photographer. I don’t know you or your family. So it’s really not my place.”
    I turned around and left, walking down the street. What was I thinking? What was I doing? This is just nuts! Oh, but I did enjoy it. I kept strolling down the street with a small grin on my face.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    The next afternoon I sat with my laptop and my last glass of wine, leaving the French doors wide open. I was wearing my short shorts and a tight T-shirt with my hair in a pulled-up messy look. I had my music blaring, getting ready to edit those wedding pictures. I started dancing—okay, in all honesty, I was drinking and dancing sexily to the music playing on iTunes when I heard a knock on my door.
    Not thinking anything of it, I yelled, “Come on in and leave the bottle on the table.” I kept on dancing; it felt so good to feel alive, even though I knew it was the wine at one in the afternoon, but I didn’t care. When “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry came on, I