Page 81 of Inheritance


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“You should learn.” He looked at Trey. “She should learn.”

“Yeah. Maybe don’t rush into that, Sonya. And, Owen, you should go on up there sometime, take a look at what’s stored away. I see where you’re coming from,” he said to Sonya. “It’s a shame so much is just closed away.”

When Owen shrugged, she pressed.

“I wish you would. I’m there most of the time. I work right there. You could just let me know.” She dug out a card. “And tell the others.”

“Sure. I’ll pass it along.”

“Good. And, Trey, do you know anybody who could move a few things? I did find a few items I’d like to move down. And there’s a painting I want to switch out.”

“You’ve got two able-bodied men right here. Why don’t we run up there this weekend, Owen? Two birds for you.”

He shrugged again.

“It’s not a lot. Just a couple of pieces and the painting of Johanna on her wedding day.”

Trey took a slow sip of beer. “What painting of Johanna?”

“The one I found in the closet of Collin’s studio. It’s beautiful, and it shouldn’t be shut up in there.”

“In the closet, in the small turret?”

“That’s right.”

“Okay.” Eyes on hers, Trey sipped his beer. “How about Saturday?”

“It’ll have to be after three,” Owen said.

“After three on Saturday?”

“Perfect. And much appreciated. I need to pick up my order. I’m glad I met you, Owen.”

“Don’t get rid of that truck. If you want it out of the way, I can park it down by the dock.”

“Thanks. Maybe. See you both on Saturday.”

Owen watched Trey watch her walk away. He took a sip of his beer. “She might not know your poker face, but I do. There wasn’t a painting in that closet, was there?”

“Not as of a few weeks ago, and I’d remember if there’d been a wedding portrait of Johanna Poole in the inventory.”

“Well, somebody wants her to have it.”

“Apparently.”

Idly sipping his beer, Owen watched her leave with her takeout bag.

“Do you figure she’ll last up there for the three years?”

“I wouldn’t bet against her.”

“She’s your type.”

Surprised, amused, Trey swiveled back. “Since when do I have a type?”

“Since she walked in.”

“Huh. Maybe. Still need to keep it light.”

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