Driven to Distraction (Silhouette Desire S.)
“Maggie laughed aloud at the caricature of a willowy man in a beret and a flowing smock. His long, thin nose was exaggerated, his eyes baggier and too close together, but the resemblance was striking. “I thought you said you didn’t have any artistic talent.”
“I don’t. A friend of mine is a police artist and she taught me a few things. Mostly she used composites in her work, but she had a great eye when it came to summing up a particular set of features.”
Maggie tried to see Ben through the eyes of a caricaturist—or a police artist. The way his thick, dark hair grew, with that bit he was always shoving back off his forehead. The winged curve of his eyebrows, the angular cheekbones, a nose that was not too big, but not too small, either—and the shape of his mouth.
Oh my, yes, the shape of his mouth… She wanted to ask what else the woman had taught him—if he’d had a special relationship with her and if so, what had happened to it.
None of your business.
She had her own past, such as it wa...s; he had his.MoreLess
“I don’t. A friend of mine is a police artist and she taught me a few things. Mostly she used composites in her work, but she had a great eye when it came to summing up a particular set of features.”
Maggie tried to see Ben through the eyes of a caricaturist—or a police artist. The way his thick, dark hair grew, with that bit he was always shoving back off his forehead. The winged curve of his eyebrows, the angular cheekbones, a nose that was not too big, but not too small, either—and the shape of his mouth.
Oh my, yes, the shape of his mouth… She wanted to ask what else the woman had taught him—if he’d had a special relationship with her and if so, what had happened to it.
None of your business.
She had her own past, such as it wa...s; he had his.MoreLess
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