Chapter 3

“In a heartbeat, if you didn’t know I’d get on your ass about it.”

He chuckled. “Too true.”

“And go comb your hair while I open the doors for the throngs of people who want to see your latest works of art.”

“What throngs? When I came in there was no one waiting.”

“There will be in ten, nine, eight…”

Shaking his head, Clay walked over to the table at one side of the room to get a glass of wine from the server and a couple of canapés off one of the trays. Then he walked slowly around the gallery, studying his paintings. The pièce de résistance was Element of Delight, the painting based on the sketches of a young man he’d seen downtown two months ago.

“It is a delight,” a woman said from beside him.