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last. All the same, Adalynn cursed Wes for not screening the

interviews before he asked her to agree. For all she knew,

Amanda worked for some online rag.

Not that it was entirely Wes’s fault. Ever since Pierre’s

death, Adalynn had scaled down operations. She only did a

few shoots a year, and the rest of the time she occupied herself

with other, more artistic work. Wildlife. Nature. Food.

Buildings. The things she’d once loved photographing. When

Pierre died, she’d had to restructure. She wasn’t going to keep

up the grueling schedule he put himself through. She might

have had the talent, but she didn’t have the heart for it. She’d

had to let a bunch of Pierre’s staff go. Wes had become more

than a personal assistant—he now took care of most of the PR,

her bookings and scheduling, and more.

When Amanda finally asked the question, Adalynn was

prepared for the civility to be at an end. She was still a little

surprised at the way her interviewer changed right in front of

her eyes, the level of aggression that tainted the air like a

pungent odor.

“Off the record, did the age gap ever bother you?”

“Why would it have bothered me?”

“You were, uh, you know, thirty-six years apart. You were

an up-and-coming no one and his photography was world

renowned.”

Adalynn stared down the younger woman. She reminded

her of a viper. No, a viper would be too obvious. This woman

was a wild animal who had been found as a baby, lovingly

tended to by humans so it could survive, and then one day it

turned, mauling its keeper to death. Adalynn knew better than

to show an ounce of emotion. She was well trained at keeping

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