“Come over here.” He scooted over so she could perch on the bed beside him as she handed him the pad. He took it with such obvious reverence, she started to blush. His keen gaze swept over the birds, not missing any detail. A wild flutter of nerves exploded in her stomach and her breath came a little shorter.
“You managed to capture them in motion. I always admire artists who can sketch a pose from memory when the subject is in constant motion.” His gaze drifted to the birds in the cage. The two lovebirds were nestled together, watching him and Callie.
“You little rascals,” he called out, then stroked Callie’s back. “They stop moving the instant you’re done. I bet they believe they’re training you in the difficult act of capturing their likenesses.”
Callie giggled, delighted that Wes wa
