Chapter 7

Several minutes later, Ryan said, “That should be enough for now.”

Merrick got up, coming to stand beside him. “May I see?”

“Sure. They’re only impressions. I’ll use them to put together some full drawings. Then you can choose which one you like best and I’ll go from there.”

Merrick saw what he meant as Ryan turned the pages. Some of the sketches were quite abbreviated—his nose, his lips, his eyes, the arch of an eyebrow. Others were complete, showing him from the front, the sides, and three-quarters. He put one hand on the table, purposely leaning lightly against Ryan’s shoulder as he bent forward to tap one sketch. “I like the feeling in this one.”

Ryan didn’t move as he looked up at him. “Because you’re smiling?”

“I think so.” Merrick realized in most of the others, he hadn’t been. “Am I really so much of a sobersides?”