Chapter 5

Ian turned to look at us and for a second I thought he might have overheard. Then he said, “Bryce was right. I’ll be more than willing to suggest that some of my clients consider buying one of Alpert’s paintings if they fit into the scheme of the room or rooms we’ve designed for them.”

I nodded, thanking him. “I did some research before getting in touch with you. You, or should I say your design group, do excellent work. The home on Bayou St. John is a masterpiece.”

“Thank you. I’m particularly proud of that one.”

“As well you should be.”

Ian chuckled. “Are you trying to flatter me to make certain I will recommend Mr. Alpert’s paintings?”

“Not at all. Truth is not flattery,” I replied seriously.

Ian tapped a finger against his lips, his gaze moving from me to Duff, to Liddy, to Rob and back again to me. “Are you the one in charge?” he asked me.

“Not really. We’re partners in the gallery.”