Jessie Sterling was so embarrassed she wanted to hide. She wasn't crying!
But her eyes grew misty despite herself.
After Victor Morgan wiped away the shimmer of moisture from the corner of Jessie's eye, his fingers lingered. He seemed to lose a little control, pressing gently again at the outer corner of her eye.
The skin at the corner of her eye was already a little red, and it seemed he had accidentally made it even redder.
"Miss Sterling, would you like to see the photos?" the photographer asked just then. "If anything needs to be changed, you can let me know."
Jessie sat up on the bed. Without sparing Victor another glance, she scurried away from his side like a sprite making a midnight escape and dashed over to the photographer.
"Let me see."
Victor knew Jessie wasn't speaking to him, but it was as if he were mesmerized; his gaze couldn't help but follow her.
His hands, hanging by his sides, twitched as if he wanted to grab onto something.
