“Something like that.” I clear my throat and fix the strap of my camera around my neck. Dallas stares at my throat before he glances away. “I’m, uh, going to get some final shots of the team then grab June from the nursery. Want to text me when you’re ready to meet at the car?” “Sounds good. They don’t need me in media tonight, so it shouldn’t take too long.” He smiles and rubs his jaw. “I can’t wait to get home.” “Me too,” I whisper.
