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LOVE OF ART
Carson looked around the gallery at the exhibit of Laine’s paintings.
They were just stunning. Around twenty-five pieces and he could easily see which were part of a series.
“Her work is beautiful,” a woman said, standing next to him.
“It is,” he agreed.
He was watching Laine talk with her agent. The guy was on the short side, older and had a smooth way about him when it came to handling the crowd.
He just wanted to stand back and watch more than anything.
“I’ve got three of her pieces,” the woman said.
“Just one,” he said. “So far.”
It wasn’t a lie. He had a floating bikini top in the ocean in his house. It still made him smile every time he walked by it.
“Which is your favorite?”
He looked at them spread around. “I can’t decide,” he said. “Wish I could take them all.”
“A man after my own heart,” the woman said. “I’m Deidre Warner.”
“Carson Mills,” he said, putting his hand out. The woman was older than him. Maybe ten or fifteen years if he was guessing.
“Do you know which one you’re going to purchase?” Deidre asked.
His eyes landed on Laine. She turned and looked at him, smiled and went back to the conversation she was having with a patron. Deidre didn’t seem to notice. “Not tonight,” he said. He had other ideas in his mind for the night.
Something fun on her list that she wouldn’t see coming.
He looked at his watch and knew they had a few hours yet. He’d wait until the last minute to surprise her. They’d have time to go back and change too. He wanted to get out of this damn suit even though he shouldn’t have any problem wearing it.
He was positive she’d want to get out of the black dress she had on. He had to roll his tongue back in his mouth when she walked out of the bathroom with it on earlier.
It was only on one shoulder, fitted to her body, dropping to her calves with white trim around the one shoulder and hem. Her pumps were black and white that reminded him of a Dalmatian.
She’d laughed when he said that.
“I’ll have to decide myself,” Deidre said. “Are you from around here?”
“No,” he said. No reason to say where he was from. “Just here for the weekend.”
“Even better,” Deidre said. She had some pretty big gaudy and high-end jewelry on that was blinding him somewhat.
Her dress was probably a generation or two inappropriately young for her, but she was carrying it well with her breasts all but hanging out.
He didn’t need to be a doctor to know they were enhanced. Along with some work on her face. Hands didn’t lie and her hands told her true age.
“If you’ll excuse me,” he said when his phone rang in his pocket. He wasn’t on call, but he was going to step away. “I need to take this.” He walked over to a corner and saw that Caleb was calling.
“How is it going?” Laine’s father asked.
“Well,” he said. “She’s brilliant, there is no doubt.”
“That’s my girl.”
