My eyes travel to the stairs again, shocked to see Cade leaning against the wood bannister. His expression is unreadable. I wonder how long he’s been listening to our conversation. He hadn’t been there when I looked not too long ago. He’s the only person I know who can walk so quietly in a pair of heavy cowboy boots. I rip my gaze away from him, not wanting to look at him longer than necessary. “So what are we doing with the photos?”
