Page 61 of The Triple Threat

“Wow, that looks so real,” she exclaimed pointing at the beach scene. “I can just see Jefferson in his board shorts in front of that blue sea.”

I groaned. “What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were sleeping all day seeing as it’s Sunday.” As if I’d really needed to ask why my best friend had decided to help.

Her eyes twinkled and she clapped her hands together. “Jefferson of course. Have you decided what month he’s going to be? Please say a summer month.”

I looked down at the sheet of paper in my hand. “May. He’s going in front of that.” I pointed to the Spring backdrop with its carpet of Bluebonnets and green hills in the background.

“May? Shit Ellie, give him July so I can see him with no shirt on.”

“Sorry but that’s…” I feigned looking down my list, knowing full well who it was. “Hunter.” I kept my eyes down so she didn’t see the excitement in them. I’d given Hunter March and July, that way I’d get to see him topless and maybe a nice sweater and jeans that cupped that huge dick of his. Shit, why the hell did that thing keep popping into my head?

Bronte snatched the list from me and studied it. “Well swap Bobby Jenkins out from August.”

“No, I’m not. They’ve all been given instruction on what clothes or props to bring with them, so it’s not happening. Bobby isn’t being swapped to spring when he’ll no doubt bring his surfboard with him.”

Bronte huffed and shoved the paper against my chest. “Like he knows how to surf. Like anyone in this county, this damn state, knows how to surf.”

“He goes out to Hawaii every year, you know that. Now, stop sulking and go home if you’re not here to help. If you are, sort those out into seasons for me.”

With a roll of her eyes, she picked up the box of props that I’d brought along and moved over to a long table on the far side of the community hall. Hopefully it would keep her occupied for a little while until all the guys arrived, because I was sure once they did her attention would be fully on them.

* * *

The shoot had been going well, everyone had turned up, except for Billy Daniels QB1 at the high school. He’d caught the stomach flu so was confined to bed. Proving once again that December was a damn curse. Billy was my stand in for Cooper with the tiny balls that were well and truly owned by his fiancée. That was also why Hunter and Dylan, Delphine’s nephew, were fighting over it.

“Honestly, I don’t mind,” Dylan said and flashed a perfect smile. “It’d be my pleasure to help out.”

I felt Bronte nudge me in the back, urging me to say yes. I was surprised because her focus had been on Jefferson the whole time since he’d arrived, but then Delphine’s picture of Dylan hadn’t really done him justice. Bright blue eyes the color of cornflowers shone from underneath golden blond hair that flopped sexily across his lashes and skimmed his shoulders.

“I think the locals would maybe like someone, well local, for the holidays,” Hunter cut in. “It’s a special time of the year. I think I should do it.”

“Honestly, it would be my pleasure.” Dylan flung an arm around Hunter’s shoulder and I saw him stiffen immediately. Since Dylan had walked through the door, Hunter had made beady eyes at him and pretty much shadowed his every move.

“That’s real good of you, buddy,” he ground out, ducking away from Dylan. “But we got this.”

I sighed and sagged a little. “I don’t care who does it, as long as someone does. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get Jefferson set up.”

Bronte giggled as I turned on my heels and strode away.

“They should both just get their dicks out and piss on your leg,” she said as she caught up to me. “And I just want to say if you do not go on a date with that hot piece of ass, you’ll regret it.”

“Who, Dylan?” I asked, sounding snappier than I’d intended.

Her eyebrows arched. “Who else would I mean? Unless of course you think Hunter is a hot piece of ass?”

“God no,” I squawked and then looked around the room, realizing I’d gone a little high pitched.

Bronte didn’t say anything, but grinned and walked off to greet Carter who’d just arrived.

“Please don’t upset him,” I called out to her. “It was hard enough getting him to agree to this.”

She didn’t answer but waved me away. Within seconds I heard my brother shout, ‘You’re so fucking annoying’.

“Okay, Jefferson,” I said as I reached him. “You’re up.”

“Whatcha got for me, sweetheart?” he asked with a huge smile and a glint in his eye.

“The ladies are going to die for this one,” I replied. Turning, I whistled for my brother.