Chapter 4

“Hey, that’s real nice of you. So what’s the catch?”

Damn, is he reading my mind?She barely controlled a guilty start. “There isn’t one, not really. Oh, I have a small favor to ask, but it won’t be hard for you to do. You see, I’m a painter, too, only I put my colors on canvas and sometimes they make pretty pictures. Watching you guys work the last few days, I got the idea to do a few paintings of working men, just see if some ladies might like to hang a hunk on their walls. I’d like to take a few photos and do some sketches today if it won’t bother you too much.”

The two men exchanged a can-you-believe-this-stuff look. Then Jerry’s gaze slid around to meet hers. “Are you kidding? Who’d want to see a portrait of some sweaty bum trying to scratch out a living?”

Keely shook her head. “No, I’m dead serious, honestly. It was just an idea I had. I’d need you both to sign model releases, although I doubt I’ll show your faces, at least not recognizable faces.”