“Me too,” Willow chimed in. “It’s selfish to keep the man candy to yourself. Show us or I won’t write that tattoo artist book you want.” I laughed and tightened the towel around my waist before coming up behind Annie and turning her camera back on. “Good morning, ladies. I hope the word counts are high and the edits are easy.” They melted in their desk chairs. Wander sighed happily. “What does a girl have to do to get kidnapped around here? I want one.”
