I sat at my desk in a far corner of the newsroom and stared out at all the computer screens and heads partially hidden behind them. They were all content with their jobs. Why couldn’t I be the same?

Scott had already lectured me about going to an event and returning with nothing to print. Five of the shots I’d captured were okay, but he demanded spectacular.

And I usually deliver…

I saw Kate and Colt walking toward me laughing. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swore I saw them flashing me a smug look. The interns had been dating for awhile, and from the look of things, they were doing a little more than copy-editing in the back room.

I sighed, taking a second to shrug off the feeling of jealousy. It had been too long since I’d let a man into my heart…

I had Billy, sure. And my job… But did I need more?

I wondered what my mother would say if she were still around.

After Toby left me in my senior year of high school my heart was broken, but I had my parents and Billy to get me through. I moved away to college, leaving my parents with an empty house and desperately trying to leave the memory of Toby and my love for him firmly planted in the soil of Columbus.

Billy moved to Cleveland with me and we got an apartment together, both of us quickly getting jobs and exploring the city together. He was constantly dragging me to art openings and plays and the trendiest bars in the city.

Our life together became a whirlwind of happy hours and late night dinners, and we quickly settled in to the city.

Basically, we grew up.

Toby became a very vivid, very raw memory that I tried my best to push away.

And then came the car crash. When the phone call came in from the country sheriff’s office, I thought my life was over. My parents were gone.

Billy stepped up, proving to be an even more valuable friend than ever. I couldn’t have made it through those months after the accident without him. I couldn’t work, I could barely eat, I never slept. He worked extra shifts and nursed me back to sanity. I owed him so much.

Unfortunately, he liked men just as much as I do…

A man would be nice, I had to admit. It’d been too long since I’d been touched by anyone that wasn’t completely platonic.

I couldn’t help but think of Toby again. The image of his perfectly toned body with that equally impressive cock just hanging there, taunting me…

But he was a jerk, I reminded myself. A huge fucking jerk who would never change.

The phone on my desk rang, startling me out of my trance. I saw “Unknown Number” on the twelve character LED display. That didn’t really surprise me. This damn phone system was old enough to drink and it was a wonder it worked at all…

I picked up the receiver, hoping it wasn’t Scott.

“This is Haley.”

“Haley, it’s me.”

A long pause fell over the call.

Toby?

“What do you want?” I asked, still upset by our encounter. “If you’re trying to get me fired, save your breath. I’ll be lucky if I’m still here in two weeks.”

“Relax Haley,” he replied, “I feel bad about what happened today. I wanted to offer up a photo shoot to make up for it.”

“A photo shoot? Of what? You?”

“Well, I was thinking you could take some shots of the team,” he replied. “I’ve seen your work. You’re talented.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” I replied quietly. The last thing I wanted to do was see Toby again. Maybe I’d been thinking about needing a man mere seconds ago, but this was not the man I needed.

“I shouldn’t have been so hard on you, Haley. You caught me by surprise and I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you for old times sake. I already talked to your boss, and he loved the idea. Are you game?”

No, I am not GAME, I thought.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“No pressure, no expectations. Let me help you. It’ll give us a chance to catch up.”

I paused, trying to figure out an excuse that didn’t involve me telling him how much he’d hurt me.

“Alright, I guess so,” I said, coming up empty in the excuses department. At least it would be a chance to make things up to Scott. It’d be hard to let me go if I was shooting an exclusive with the Browns.

“Great. I’ll pick you up around seven tomorrow evening. That work for you?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, does that work?” he asked. I ran through my schedule in my head, once again realizing I needed to get a life.

“Um, I guess. That’s a bit late for photos. We want natural sunlight.”

“I thought we’d have dinner first to talk about the photo shoot and plan everything out. If we’re going to do this, I want everything to be perfect.”

“That’s not usually the way I work.”

“Well, I’m not the usual person you work with, so I’d call that even,” he said.

“Fine. Tomorrow at seven. You can pick me up at the newspaper building downtown.”

“See you then.”

He ended the call abruptly. I took a deep breath then placed the phone in the cradle on my desk. Why on earth would he want to have dinner with me, after all this time?

My mood perked up as Billy waltzed over from his office. We’d been working here together for years and I couldn’t wait to tell him about my encounter with Toby.

“Hey, girlfriend,” he said, sitting at my desk.

“Hey, Billy. Any good shots tonight?”

“You know me. I bring back the good shots every night. Did you miss out again?”

I gave him a sour look.

“Oh, no. Did Scott lecture you again?”

I nodded my head.

“Yeah, but..”

He set his camera and bag down on the desk then swiveled his chair to face me.

“Are you okay? You need to stand up to that man.”

“Stand up to who?” Scott asked, walking up behind us.

Billy turned his head with a flourish. I glanced up at Scott.

“You two need to quit gossiping and get to work. Time to clean those photos up and get them ready for print. And Hayley, did you get him to agree to the photo shoot?”

Billy glanced over. “What’s he talking about?”

“Toby Jenkins wants to do an exclusive photo shoot with me,” I blurted out.

Billy’s face lit up with shock.

“What?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“You heard me,” I said, looking over at him knowingly. His face reflected exactly how I felt — complete shock.

“Haley!” Billy cried. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’ll explain later,” I said, desperate to shut him up before he said something Scott didn’t need to know.

“I’m leaving now, but you two need to get to work. I want that photo shoot planned out and I expect you to run it past me before you get started. I’m the one who hires and fires around here, you know?”

“Yes sir,” Billy said, waving his hand dismissively. I just nodded and smiled, enthralled by Billy’s contempt for authority. Scott had talked about firing him before, but everybody knew he was the best damn photographer in the city. If they let him go, he’d be off working for the New York Times so fast it’d make everybody’s head spin.

In a way, I almost hoped it would happen someday. I felt bad that Billy stuck around to work with me. He deserved to be a star…

“Spill it!” Billy said, turning to me as soon as Scott was out of earshot.

“Scott sent me out to shoot the Browns. I had a little…encounter…with Toby. It didn’t go well. I didn’t think he would recognize me.”

“Of course he’d recognize you, Haley. You can try to hide that pretty face behind those sunglasses, but you haven’t aged a day since high school.”

“Maybe I haven’t changed, but he sure has. That wall of muscle almost ran me over! And then, in the locker room…”

“You were in the locker room with him?” Billy asked, arching his signature brow.

“It wasn’t like that. Well, I mean, he was naked, but it wasn’t —.”

“—Naked?”

“Look, nothing happened. He’s still an ass.”

“So I take it he didn’t apologize for breaking your sweet little heart?”

“No, not yet. And don’t be a jerk.”

“Not yet?” Billy replied, ignoring my little jab.

“Well, like I said, I’m doing a photo shoot for him.”

“I guess you are. Are you going to finally demand a reason for walking out on you?”

“I’m not sure yet. He’s taking me to dinner tomorrow night to talk about it.”

“You’re going to dinner with him?” he cried, his voice raising over the loud dim of the newsroom. Unfortunately, Scott heard him and turned back to us.

“Hold on a minute,” he said, walking back over.

Billy rolled his eyes.

“You’re not supposed to be accepting gifts as a journalist.”

“This isn’t a gift,” I said, sticking up for myself.

“Yeah, she’s paying for her own dinner,” Billy said.

I looked over at him gratefully. He always had my back.

Scott frowned then shook his head.

“I don’t like it. This needs to be strictly professional. If it goes bad, you’re taking the fall, Haley.”

“Fine, Scott,” I replied.

Both Billy and I stared up at him until he walked away.

“He’s just jealous because you won’t suck up to him like some of the little interns,” Billy said.

“Oh god,” I replied, my cheeks going red.

“Anyway, maybe he’s got a point. Just be careful,” he said, growing serious again. “With Toby.”

“I’ll be fine,” I assured him.

I spun around in my chair and went back to work. All the while, thoughts of Toby danced through my head.

Billy was right, I did need to be careful. Toby had always had a way of shaking loose everything inside of me and leaving me trembling.

I took a deep breath to calm myself before I had another anxiety attack. I buckled down and got back to work. The photos I’d taken on the field were shit, but with a little creative editing maybe I could make something out of them.

It helped that the subject was so drop-dead sexy…