After a few clicks of the camera, Jenny stopped and frowned. “It’s still not quite right.” She looked behind her at Rachel. “Can you refill one of the buckets and grab the tallest stepstool you can find. I want to try slowly pouring the water over the top of him.”

My jaw dropped at hearing that. Cold water being drizzled over me sounded more like torture than art. “Are you fucking serious?”

Jenny looked back at me with a small scowl on her face. “Stop swearing. And yes, trust me, it’s going to look great. This is going to be tricky though.” She eyed her small bathroom, working out the logistics. “You’re going to have to be in the shower. It’s going to be messy.”

I stepped into the shower with a sigh. “Couldn’t I just take a shower?” I asked her. A warm one.

She shook her head. “No, we’ll never get the flow right. This will be easier. Trust me.”

Easier for her, sure. It was going to suck for me. But Jenny had an eye for stuff like this, and if she thought it was going to be good…then I could stop complaining and trust her judgement.

We were done in about ten minutes, but it was the coldest ten minutes of my life. Rachel hadn’t given me any leniency on the water temperature. While Jenny flicked through the shots she’d taken, I stepped out of the shower, turned the water on as hot as it would go, then stepped back inside. It was heaven when it finally heated up, and the groan that escaped me was downright indecent. Even though I still had my boxers on, Rachel instantly disappeared. I thought Jenny might too, but she was too busy hopping up and down, almost squealing she was so happy. “Oh my God, Kellan, these are awesome!”

Reveling in the heat, I slicked my hair back and looked over at her. “Yeah? Will you print me out some?”

She looked up at me and nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got a great printer for this. I’ll do it right now.” Tilting her head, she pursed her lips. “You know…there are a ton of shots here that would look amazing in a gallery…” She closed her eyes, and a dreamy look came over her. “A gallery…” Opening her eyes, she shook her head. “This tour is Evan’s dream, but a gallery…I think that’s mine.”

The bliss on her face made me grin. “I’ve seen your stuff, I’m sure you’ll get there one day.” I pointed at her camera. “Just not with my body, okay?” Kiera would not want my chest on display like that. “In fact, can you delete those after you print one for me?”

Jenny looked disheartened, but she nodded. “Yeah, sure, not a problem.”