Chapter 16
Retouching the image of a person was always an intimate act, but working on Maya Mercer’s picture was a never-ending flashback.
It wasn’t that Quinn hadn’t thought about Maya over the years. Of course she had. Quinn had reminisced about their night together often, but while doing so, she had only relied on memories. If she wanted to, she could make Maya look exactly like the memory she had of how she was ten years ago, but Quinn didn’t want to do that at all. She found herself staring into Maya’s dark-brown eyes for long stretches of time, not getting any work done—mesmerized by how she looked now.
The concept for the final image she wanted to create had come to her much quicker than usual. Maybe because where any other subject was concerned, Quinn had to do some hard graft t
