Chapter thirty-three
Angel couldn't wipe the smugly satisfied smile off her face.
The photo session at Dillon's rocked. He had a very nice estate and she took a lot of outdoor shots of Dillon and Davey.
They had Dillon's old dirt bike behind them in a few shots.
Some had the guys sitting together, and others had Davey pushing Dillon in his wheel chair along the walkway in the back of his house.
The set Angel liked best turned out to be the ones of all of them fooling around playing basketball with Dillon in a sporty chair.
It seemed as if his paralysis barely held him back at all.
He beat Davey in a game of one on one that ended with Davey flat out on his back and laughing hysterically.
She took a lot of pictures of Davey and Tyler as well.
Those she would keep private. She planned on using some of them for a wedding present for them.
Some she would just send to Davey. It had all turned out rather nicely.
Dillon had a vibrant personality as charismatic as his cousin Davey, and she was thrilled to be invited to lunch once she'd finished with the photo shoot.
Davey and Tyler had decided to spend the night there with Dillon, but she would be driving back to the airport with Stewart later that afternoon.
She had a lot to do out in California over the next few weeks to get ready for the racing season.
She had signed on to photograph Davey's entire season.
Part of that happened because of Stewart's negotiations with his bosses.
While thankful for the opportunity, she was more impressed Stewart wanted her close and had gone out of his way to do whatever he had to in order to make it happen.
She didn't know what would happen at the end of the season, but she planned on taking full advantage of the time with Stewart while she could.
The first race kicked off in the middle of January and that was coming up fast.
She glanced through a few of her last shots, then packed up her camera, before joining the others.
They gathered in Dillon's dining room around a huge wooden circular table.
Dillon had slid out of his wheel chair and into a higher model that had been designed to let him eat at the main table with everyone else.
The dining room along with the rest of the house had a simple, unpretentious country style.
They ate grilled chicken and veggies, salad, and fruit and cheese.
Everything was light and healthy, obviously taking Davey's dietary restrictions into account.
Angel wondered if Brad had called ahead to arrange the right food.
She certainly wouldn't put it past the tenacious coach.
"So, Angel," Dillon asked, grabbing her attention. "What the hell are you doing with this scum-bucket?" Everyone laughed, as he jabbed his thumb toward Stewart.
"Funny, Dill. Very. Fucking. Funny." Stewart joked right back, not taking any offense.
Angel's answer was a bit more serious. She fingered her necklace thinking about what she was doing with him. "Well, you know, he kind of grows on you. What can I say? I'm in love." She shrugged, surprised at her own admission.
Davey's mouth dropped open. "Are you shitting me? That's so cool."
Stewart thumped his shoulder. "Mind your own business, lover boy."
"I think it's great," Tyler said. His voice was soft, sultry. The boy was simply charming. She could see why Davey had fallen so hard for the captivating, green-eyed blond.
"Thanks, Ty." She leaned across Davey and put her hand on his arm. "At least one of you guys is decent. Maybe I should have fallen for you? Hm?" She teased and laughed when Tyler's eyes flew wide.
"Yeah, that would not be a good idea," he laughed.
"You guys do make a cute couple," Dillon said.
They had told him about their engagement when they first arrived.
At first he was upset because he hadn't even known they were seeing each other.
He hadn't even known Davey was gay. Apparently, Davey never dated anyone.
Dillon had eventually laughed and said he would be less surprised if they'd told him Davey was going to marry his dirt bike.
Angel was pleased that the man took it all in stride after the initial shock and he seemed to genuinely like Tyler.
"It's going to be like having another little brother!
" Dillon added, referring to his close relationship with Davey.
"We should have invited Jessie over." The three cousins were the last of their family.
She wasn't surprised to hear him say that, but Davey and Tyler practically choked.
Tyler laughed heartily. "I've met Jessie."
Davey bit at his lower lip. Stewart had mentioned that he had something to do with their big breakup a few months back.
"Oh yeah?" Dillon asked. "Tell me. Come on, spill it."
"Right, so," Tyler started, nudging Davey's shoulder. "He answered Davey's door, practically naked. Really pissed me off."
"Naked?" Dillon's mouth hung open with shock.
Davey growled, "He wasn't naked. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but he had on swim trunks. We were swimming."
"Just hope you weren't swimming with him like you swim with me," Tyler teased. She could see the humor light up his eyes. Obviously, he had gotten over it.
Davey grumbled under his breath and pulled Tyler close and bit at his ear. "Shut it, lover," he barked.
Tyler laughed, and everyone else joined him. You almost couldn't help but laugh with the cherub.
Angel loved these guys. Tyler had already become like a little brother to her, and she had already adopted Davey in her mind when she had started falling in love with Stewart.
She knew he loved that boy way beyond their working relationship.
Stewart would do anything for Davey. She admired that, but it scared her as well.
She could see things going bad for him, for all of them, if this relationship got out to the public.
Being his personal photographer would help.
She could make sure only the right photos got out.
None with Tyler in them. None. She'd be damned if she let anyone ruin their happiness.