"Absolutely perfect."
Arthur's praise was genuine as he admired the nearly complete painting before him.
"Oh, please."
Olivia laughed, gathering her brushes and paints. "You and I both know my work isn't as flawless as you're making it out to be."
Pulling his shirt back on but leaving the buttons undone, Arthur flashed a playful grin. "You might be right. Want to hear my honest critique?"
"No, thank you," Olivia shot back with a smile as she closed up her case.
"I might actually prefer these baseless compliments you're giving me."
They both laughed, their eyes meeting for a moment.
A strange, undeniable warmth surged through Olivia.
Although they'd only spent the afternoon together, they felt closer than she'd ever expected.
She could almost forget who they were outside these wal
