Through A Magnolia Filter

Dolley was talented and took direction.

But Kieran had been talented, too. Kieran’s problem had been insatiable ambition.

A fiery curl blew across Dolley’s eyes. He brushed it away, but his fingers lingered, fingering the silky texture.

Her green eyes grew as big as saucers.

A cart drove up next to them. “Cemetery’s closing, folks.”

He yanked his hand away as she jumped up.

“I lost track of the time.” Dolley stuffed her camera in her bag, her actions clumsy with haste. “I’m sorry. It’s after five? Really?”

“Well past,” the guard said. “Hop in.”

Shoving her hair off her face, she took the passenger seat, leaving him the backseat. She stared straight ahead.

Fingering Dolley’s silky hair had been feckin’ stupid.

“I’ll be your mentor,” he blurted out. He wanted to spend more time with her.

She turned, a frown plowing a furrow in her forehead. “You will?”

He nodded.

A grin ignited her face. “Thank you.”

His motives for helping Dolley mixed with a budding awareness of her as an interesting, exciting woman.

Of course, they might be working together for months.

He would button up this...attraction and concentrate on improving her skills. For now.

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