“Oh, I do,” Beckett assured her. “And I will. Just keep making those lip-smackin’-sweet jerseys, Leighton.”
Laughter rippled through the group.
Mia had definitely gone a little racy with her rollouts. Deep necklines, bosom-flattering designs and accents, and curve-hugging fabric were only some of the sexy elements she’d added to her designs. She also had mesh, lace, and even a touch of leather incorporated into this smokin’ hot line.
By the time Tom finished with the group shots, Mia was exhausted. She’s been working eighteen hours a day nonstop to get the first dozen jersey designs created and ready for production.
“I’m starving.” Mia stood from the box where she’d been kneeling and stretched her back. “Is anyone else starving? Lunch for my fantabulous models is on me.”
Agreement made the rounds, and the others discussed lunch options while Rafe slid his arms around Mia and kissed her forehead. “Congratulations, baby. You worked your ass off for this.”
She grinned up at him, still fizzing inside. The photo shoot was the last step in the preproduction phase. Now, the jerseys would go into mass production and be on sale in stores wherever Rough Riders’ apparel was sold throughout the US.
“It’s pretty exciting.” And she couldn’t stop smiling. “The only thing that would have made it better was having the Cup at the center of our photos.”
“Oh, man, I didn’t even think of that. Damn, that would have been amazing.” He shrugged. “Next year.”
She nodded. “Next year for sure.”
His gaze dropped to the open neckline of her halter-style jersey, and he hummed. “Speaking of starving, I’ve been running on famished since you started these crazy hours. Maybe we should skip lunch and hit the sheets instead.”
She laughed and slid her arms around him, loving the warm, hard feel of him. “You do know how I like it.”
Rafe lowered his head and kissed her. A sweet I-love-you, I’ve-never-been-so-content-in-my-life, lingering kiss.
“Rafe and Mia,” Tom said. “Can I get one shot of you two together?” When they both looked at him, he shrugged. “Good to have on hand for biography pieces.”
Rafe took her hand and wandered toward the set. “Hope you’re going to be Photoshopping this, Tom.”
“Just you, honey,” Mia told him. “I’m perfect.”
Rafe slapped her butt, making her laugh.
At Tom’s direction, Rafe sat on one of the blocks and took Mia in his lap.
“Okay, perfect. Now, just act natural. Pretend the rest of us aren’t here.”
Rafe barked a laugh that made his eyes sparkle. “We’ll scar the kids for life.”
But this was easy for Mia. The way he looked at her made her feel like the only person in the room.
He lifted a hand to her cheek. “Have I told you how proud I am of you?”
“Mmm, maybe. Once or twice or fifty times.” She tilted her head and kissed him. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
His grin was quick and full. “Maybe once or twice, but I look forward to hearing it thousands and thousands and thousands of times over the next fifty years.”
They kissed again.
“Okay,” Tom said. “Got it.”
But Rafe didn’t stop kissing her.
“We’re good,” Tom said. “It’s a wrap.”
Still, Rafe kept kissing her.
“That means break it up.” Tate’s snarky tone cut into the magical moment. “If you need some help…I’m right here.”