The crackle of a fire drew Gabby’s attention from her groaning. “Great, now what? I’m about to walk up on some backwoods hillbilly making moonshine. That’s all I need and for what, so some straight-laced insurance guy to have a couple of pictures to put on his damn flyers? Really this job should pay more.”
Cautiously she crept up on the clearing, standing as close as physically possible to a large cypress tree. It wouldn’t serve her well to be seen if it did turn out to be some fugitive running from the law. Peeking out behind the large tree she could see a man dressed in blue jeans, work boots, and gray t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.
The sun glistened off the beads of sweat on his finely chiseled muscles, causing his deep tanned skin to shimmer in the afternoon light. He went about setting up his campsite as if he had no knowledge she was there.
The rays of sunshine spilled through the trees bringing natural highlights to his golden hair. Gabby grabbed her camera, the insurance salesman would have to wait. Pictures of this rugged man would definitely get her a spot in the Outdoorsman for sure.
The sound of her camera’s click drew his attention, and just as the camera flashed one last time, deep blue eyes seemingly smiled back at her through the lens of her camera.
“You must be Gabby Anderson. I’m sorry if it was difficult to find me, but I really didn’t want the same old same old for my business pictures. I hope you don’t mind.”
“You’re Alex Trundle?”
Maybe this photo shoot wouldn’t be so bad after all…