#Chapter 24: Digging for Gold

Arthur & Iris Arthur I watch Iris storm out of the office, her yellow cardigan fluttering behind her like a shaft of sunlight. In a flash, she’s gone, leaving behind nothing but a single chestnut hair and a trace of the scent of oil paints. The frosted glass door slams shut behind her. For several long moments, all I can do is stand there, staring at the spot where she just stood. Then, my eyes flick down to the hand-shaped smudges she left on my desk. My wolf whines with yearning just at the sight of those small hands, those slender fingers. I sigh and sink down into my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose wearily. What the hell is wrong with her? She’s seriously turning down five hundred thousand dollars a year for the foreseeable future? Has she gone mad? When I met Iris, she was… not in the best financial position. She was waiting tables and scrounging up tips just to afford rent and art supplies, and the thought of art school was like a distant dre