“He can wait one more minute.” I put my arm around Allison and pull her into my side. “Take the picture, Katy.”
“You are so—”
“Katy!”
She gives me the flattest look I’ve seen from her in a week, which is saying something. Then she sighs dramatically, lifts the camera, and points it at us.
“Smile before I change my mind,” she mutters.
I smile, glancing at Allison and she’s doing the same.
Katy takes her sweet time framing the shot, making a whole production of it, but when she finally hands the camera back the photos are genuinely good. Allison swipes through them slowly, her smile growing with each one.
“I’m framing these,” she announces.
“Me too,” I say. “Hopefully the first one goes straight into my locker at the Bruins locker room.”
She looks up at me for a second, her eyes g
