Chapter 13

The father whistles low. “You’re reallygood. Are you in the art program at State?”

With a shake of his head, Brody says, “Nah, I never even finished high school. Self-taught.” Ask me more,he thinks, staring at his sketchbook so he won’t lose himself in the man’s golden gaze. Sit down on the stool here and let’s talk a little. You haven’t run screaming from me yet, so maybe you feel the same thing brewing between us that I do.