No Other Love (A Walker Island Romance, Book 2) by Lucy Kevin Page A

couldn’t remember anything much being there when she’d left. Just a few old, empty workshops. Today, though, they were open to the outside world as studios for working artists. What had been a dull, ordinary spot had sprung to life with a sculptor working on a bust, a couple of painters discussing a half-finished canvas, and a sketch artist doing quick but excellent drawings of passersby.
    “Do you mind if I draw the two of you?” the man asked as they came closer. “It will only take a few minutes.” Agreeing that they could spare the time, she and Brian stood together, hand in hand, while the artist sketched with charcoal and pastels, looking them over with a critical eye.
    “You really do look good together,” he said when he was done and showed them the picture. He’d caught their connection so perfectly, and Morgan was more pleased than she wanted to admit when he gave them the drawing.
    “Come on,” Brian said after she very carefully tucked the beautiful drawing in between two folders in her bag so that it wouldn't wrinkle or smear. “There are a couple more places I’d like to show you.”
    He took her up in the direction of an old lookout point where they’d once gone on a date, just enjoying being with one another as they'd stared out over the ocean. A small building had been built on the site with a sign beside it that said Walker Island Ornithological Station .
    “Bird watchers have taken our spot?”
    She didn't realize what she'd said— our spot —until she saw the warmth, and the yearning, in Brian's eyes. But he didn't draw out the moment, just simply said, “Come inside.”
    The interior of the small building was similar to the whale-watching stations around the island where the marine biologists congregated. However, where those had pictures of whales mixed in with sonar equipment, this one was filled with pictures of coastal birds, along with plenty of telescopes. A middle-aged man and woman were staring out over the island and down toward the sea through two side-by-side telescopes.
    “I’m telling you, Harold, I know an osprey when I see one. I do have a PhD in ornithology, you know.”
    “So do I, and there aren’t any that make their home on the island, Lisa.”
    “Until now.”
    Brian cleared his throat, and they both looked up with smiles. “Hello, Brian,” the woman said.
    “Hi, Lisa. I hope you don’t mind me coming round like this. Harold, Lisa, I’d like you to meet Morgan Walker. Morgan, this is Dr. Bernstein and Dr. Bernstein.”
    “You’re married?” Morgan asked.
    “Was it the arguing that gave it away?” Lisa joked right before Harold looked at her with his heart in his eyes.
    “Yes, we are, and I'm the luckiest man in the world.”
    Brian was grinning as he said, “Harold and Lisa have been running a research project looking into the island’s birds for the last couple of years.”
    A couple of years? It was weird thinking that this building had been sitting on one of Morgan’s favorite spots on the island for a couple of years, and she hadn’t known about it.
    “I thought most of the research teams from the universities came here for the whales?”
    “Certainly that’s the main focus of research on the island,” Harold agreed. “But there are whole new avenues of research when it comes to a microclimate like the one on the island. Species can be introduced and change things around them very quickly.”
    “Like ospreys,” Lisa said with a little smirk on her pretty face.
    “That was not an osprey.”
    Brian nodded to the door as the couple continued their argument from where they'd been interrupted, and Morgan took the hint.
    “I encourage students to come up here to get a taste of research,” Brian said. “And they usually come away with a lot of new knowledge...at least when those two aren’t sparring.”
    “Don’t they scare off the birds?” Morgan teased.
    “You’d think so, wouldn’t you? But you can see how much they love each