Kyran’s soft and yearning gaze had never once left Deirdre’s face. He brushed messy strands of hair away from her forehead before finally typing, “Yes. Very good.”

Deirdre paused and felt belatedly embarrassed. It almost felt as though she was asking for his compliment.

“What do you want to play next?” he asked. “I’m all yours.”

She was about to suggest something when she heard the snipping sound of a camera’s shutter. She was sensitive to sounds—the sound of a camera, most of all—and immediately turned to the direction of the sound.

Kyran followed her gaze and saw a man taking pictures of them. He frowned.

The man finally noticed his more outward display of displeasure and realized his mistake. He lowered his camera and began introducing himself, “Oh, I don't mean any offense! I’m a photographer, and my Spidey-Sense just couldn’t overlook the beauty in the way you two interacted and how generally beautiful the two of you are! So… I guess my job persona took hold of me before I k