“I’d call it more of a concern,” I told her.

“Semantics,” she chided.

“Not really.”

“So, you don’t have a problem with this then?”

“No… Yes…” I almost stuttered, fighting for some middle ground with regard to my feelings. “I don’t know. I just wish you’d said something earlier instead of springing it on me like this.”

“I’m not springing anything on you, Rowan,” she returned. “I just took some photography classes, that’s all.”

“You’re the most sought after freelance photographer in Saint Louis, Felicity,” I objected. “You don’t just take some photography classes.”

“If I’m going to maintain that reputation, then I have to keep up on new techniques now, don’t I?”

“Quit dancing around it. You specifically took certification courses on crime scene photography.”

“Fine,” she spat. “Yes. I took classes on forensic, crime scene, and evidence photography to be exact. And, yes, I’m certified now.”

“Why?”

“Because I passed the final exam.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Because it’s an aspect of the business I wasn’t familiar with.”

“And it doesn’t have anything to do with Ben mentioning the freelance consultant program for the police department?”

She tried to sidestep the question. “You were sitting right there when he asked me if I was interested, and you didn’t object then.”

“No, I didn’t.” I gave a slight nod. “But, that was what? Seven, maybe eight months ago? As I recall, you said you were going to think about it.”

“Aye, I did think about it,” she shot back. She fixed her jade-green eyes on me and arched her eyebrow, daring me to challenge her response.

“And, apparently you came to a decision,” I said with a half-hearted shrug.