Chapter 11

“I’m sure you two must be enjoying each other’s company.” She gave me a probing look. “He’s such a beautiful and witty boy, that Jack.” She’d met him last month after Jack had insisted on accompanying me to work one evening. “Well, I suppose I’ll leave you to your work then.” Valencia began to turn away, her shoulders dropping a little. She seemed disappointed.

“No, okay, I can take a look at your painting,” I quickly said, wanting to please her. “Maybe I’ll grab the espresso on-the-go or something.”

Her face brightened and she led me down the hall, holding my elbow the whole way. She was short, maybe five-foot-two, but her back was still straight, and her walk was always confident. “It’s not finished. Although, art never is, right, dear?”

“I guess so.”

What the hell did I know about art?