“Kayly passed me a couple of twenties and I picked up my laptop bag, she paused in the doorway and I stopped. xxx 18 Well, she wasn’t going to card me, and it’s not like I don’t drink. Kayly laughed, shaking her head, a little embarrassed. Come in.” She gestured to the stairs and I walked up to the house, ahead of her. “You’ve got my number right?”
She nodded. “Now I know photographer’s assistants get paid a whole lot, but I’m not exactly swimming in it.”
“It’s fine.” I said. I’m in your way.” She said, standing up. I didn’t let the facade drop until I had turned into the next street. If it wasn’t ten minutes from the city it would be the perfect country hideaway.
