Through A Magnolia Filter. Nan Dixon
hair had been feckin’ stupid.
“I’ll be your mentor,” he blurted out. He wanted to spend more time with her.
She turned, a frown plowing a furrow in her forehead. “You will?”
He nodded.
A grin ignited her face. “Thank you.”
His motives for helping Dolley mixed with a budding awareness of her as an interesting, exciting woman.
Of course, they might be working together for months.
He would button up this...attraction and concentrate on improving her skills. For now.
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