“Ms. Hartwell? Leo. Thanks for letting me slip into the schedule.”
He stepped closer, close enough that she could smell his clean, soapy scent. “How about holding this one?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing a stray strand of red hair from her cheek. mompov redhead
Leo nodded, already lifting his camera to his eye, framing a shot of the quartz countertops. Claire watched him work. He moved with a quiet confidence, adjusting angles, noticing the light. He wasn't just clicking; he was seeing . When he knelt to get a low shot of the breakfast nook, his gaze flicked from the viewfinder directly to her. mompov redhead