“They’re incredible.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Cole’s shoulders sagged. Was that a touch of annoyance in his voice? He then pinched the bridge of his nose.
Leah raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry. That didn’t come out right.”
“Want to talk about it?”
Cole leaned back in his chair and rested his hands on his thighs. “Sometimes I still hear my dad in the back of my head. I still don’t think he’s on board with my career choice.”
Leah’s eyes roamed his studio. “He knows that you own this place, right? You’ve traveled all over the world.”
He gave a half-smile. He folded his arms across his chest. “I know. Still, I wish he understood.”
She touched his forearm. “He loves you. He may never understand, but you’re doing something you love. All parents want their children to be happy.”
Cole met her gaze. “That’s what I’ve missed.”
She furrowed her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“About being home. I’ve missed talking to you. I haven’t had that in a long time.”
He straightened in his seat. The distance between them decreased, and Leah’s lips parted. He would not kiss her, was he?
“Thank you for making me feel at home again.”
She cleared her throat. “You’re welcome.”
He kneaded his shoulder. “So, um… which ones do you like best?”
Leah pointed to the photo of her in the sundress leaning against the tree. “This is one of my favorites.”
“Saved.”
She heard the double clicks as he saved her picks. By the time they had finished, Leah had picked thirty photos.
She smiled. “How many did we take?”
“About a hundred.”
Her eyes bugged, but then her lips curved upward. “I’m proud of you. The photos are great. I can’t wait to upload them.”
“I’m glad you approve.” He cleared his throat. “So… I wanted to ask you something.”
“Okay?”
“Nothing wrong, but I’m photographing Holly’s wedding. I don’t have a plus one, so… I wanted to ask you to go with me?”
She tucked a hair lock behind her ear. “I got an invitation to her wedding. In fact, I designed her wedding dress.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No.”
“Leah, you’re amazing.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I do okay.”