He took some casual shots—Catherine sitting on a bench, dipping her toes in the water, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Then she posed near the railing with one hand on her belly and the other on the polished wood.
John moved around her, giving quiet directions and snapping photos in short bursts. After a few minutes, Catherine’s smile turned into more of a smirk. “That’s enough,” she said, pulling her hat lower.