“I remember.”

“Well, I was able to reach everyone except two. So when the customers arrived, I took the pictures.”

Nick’s brows raised. “How’d you do?”

Adam slid the glossy proof sheets across the counter. “You tell me.”

Nick glanced at the proofs, then did a double take. “Ah, the boudoir pics that were scheduled. I was supposed to take them.”

“Can’t say I was real disappointed I had to pinch-hit for you, buddy.”

“Jeez, I guess not,” Nick said, sliding the proof sheets nearer.

“It was my intention to ask her to reschedule when she arrived, but I took one look at her and ‘wanna reschedule’ came out as ‘Adam Clayton, photographer, at your service.’”

“Can’t say I blame you.” Leaning closer, Nick carefully examined the photos. “I gotta say, these are really good.”

“Thanks. But look what I had to work with.”

“She’s beautiful,” Nick agreed. “Still, for a guy who spent all his time at the stock exchange, you’ve got a great eye for a photograph.”

“Even though it’s been a while, I still remember my way around a camera lens from high school.”

Nick grinned. “Yeah-how geeky were we? The president and vice president of the photography club.”

“Hey, it was a great way to meet girls.”

“Sure was.” Nick straightened. “Look, I know you’re looking to make a career change-you might want to consider coming on board. I want to expand the business, and if this is the type of work you can do without really even knowing what the hell you’re doing…well, I’m impressed.”

“Well, you might not be so impressed when you see the proofs of the other shots I took that day. After how great the first session went, I admit I was feeling pretty confident. So when Mrs. Wentworth showed up with her twins, I figured I’d take those pictures, as well.”

“And?”

Adam slid another manila envelope toward Nick. “Read ’em and weep.”