Chapter 3

Grant stepped into the gallery with a glare fixed on Merrick.

Merrick patted Thurman’s hand. “Excuse me.”

Thurman released Merrick’s arm, returning Grant’s angry look. “Don’t get distracted.”

“I won’t.”

Thurman nodded at his drink. “Want that?”

Merrick handed over his wine glass. “Enjoy.”

Thurman winked at him, then sipped his wine as he headed back to Simon’s exhibit.

Despite Grant’s frown, he looked good. His hair was shorter than it had been, but his blue eyes were as vibrant as Merrick remembered. “This is a surprise.”

“Is my dad here?” Grant’s brow furrowed.

Best stick as close as possible to the truth, but Merrick hated lying…again. “He’s here somewhere, yes.”

“I need to talk to you.” Grant’s voice was loud, his words rushed. Sweat lined his brow and he fidgeted with the corner of his jacket.

“All right.” Merrick led him to a dimly lit hallway lined with closed office doors, then faced him. “What’s wrong?”