Chapter 9

That weekend, Emily showed up at Landon’s studio and posed for the nude photos. They were all tasteful, as Landon had promised, but Emily couldn’t help feeling like she’d sold herself out.

She posed behind a sheet that just barely covered her breasts. She couldn’t help but think of the modeling jobs she used to get.

She’d gotten lucky in the beginning, snagging the attention of a famous photographer who was able to get her into major magazines for a variety of fashion spreads. Emily remembered how shocked she’d been when she’d seen the luxurious couture garments hanging on the racks, wondering if she’d be thrown out the door if anyone realized who she was.

Emily had loved modeling, but that world had almost destroyed her. She’d gotten dangerously thin, to the point that she’d gotten pneumonia one winter. After that scare, she’d had to cut all ties with the industry, no matter how well it paid. It wasn’t worth killing herself.

“Good, good,” said Landon as he clicked his camera. “Loo