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 immedia