Chapter 28: Once a casual purchase, it's now out of production.

Kellan wasn't entirely sure if his senses were playing tricks on him, but there was a perceptible change in Allison's voice when she spoke, a subtle lightness, as if the idea of ​​perfume truly pleased her.

The patio basked in the soft glow of sunlight, which cast an even heat over everything.

Two cats zigzagged around his legs, brushing them from time to time, their meows demanding attention.

The faint plum scent emanating from Allison calmed the restlessness bubbling inside Kellan.

Distracted, he accidentally pushed a little too hard, making a hole in the clay he'd been working on.

Careful.

Don't force it, he instructed.

Let the clay guide you.

Gently shape it until it starts to come together on its own, and then you can give it that final push.

Allison snapped her finger, guiding her hand with a subtle touch, placing her fingers where they needed to be.

If you want it to have life, don't treat it like a dead weight lump.

Relax, he told her softly.

And stop closing your fingers like that.

Their fingertips touched and Kellan felt a subtle jolt run through him, like a spark of electricity.

He wanted to back away, but doing so would make it too obvious, too deliberate.

Her voice lingered in the air, soft but authoritative, as if only she could hold him back.

He noticed that his skin, pale but warm, had calluses on his fingers.

From where he was sitting, he could see his face, totally focused on the clay.

His bangs were a little out of place, but his hands moved with precision.

The calluses on the tips of his fingers, especially the ring and index fingers, reminded him of his own, with the difference that his had been earned after years of handling firearms.

You can support him a little more below, he added.

Kellan shook himself mentally, realizing how ridiculous his thinking had been.

Allison Liking Him It was impossible.

He had grown up around gunpowder and violence; she seemed so indifferent, so unconcerned with the world around her.

to use firearms, Colton probably wouldn't still

was thinking too

began to take shape into something more refined beneath

was an unusual expression for him, and the softness of her

to him, Colton had entered the courtyard, his

sight before them stopped them in

woman sitting together, molding

almost at peace, like they

you sure this is the place," Colton

to believe that the woman before him

wasn't supposed to be here, much less making pottery with Kellan – of all people, who was famous for his impatience

with a hint of doubt in his voice and

closer, there

was Allison

crossed Melany's face, but she quickly composed herself and smiled

Allison! I didn't expect you to be so

tracking down Emanuel can take weeks, maybe longer with how eccentric

mention that their prices are

if suddenly remembering something

just got

spending must seem like pocket change

didn't even look at her, as if

her attempt to create tension was failing, and Seeing that Allison and Kellan continued working without flinching,

You must be Mr.

Lloyd.

expect to

his distracted thoughts by her

from his concentration on Allison, forcing

heard a lot about

Lloyd.

a bit of a shock to meet

them was practiced, almost

however, didn't even look

his attention

good to

you've mastered the technique," she

little embarrassing," Kellan said, a small smile playing at the corner of

From his point of view, this

reproach him? Art should always seek perfection, but when a crack

Perfection is rare.

even more difficult to

are people who insist

tone dropped, taking on a cold tone as

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