Chapter 13

Jerry studied her soberly for a minute. “You really are an artist.” His gaze swept the room and paused a moment on each of the four landscapes she had hanging there, waiting to go to the Las Cruces gallery. “A real gen-u-wine artist. I kind of thought you were just blowing smoke, pulling our leg, you know. I don’t know what to say.”

“You guys are artists, too, in what you do. You’re going to take a ramshackle hovel of a house and make it pretty. I respect your talents, too. Allof them.” She could not resist the subtle reminder of their shared lusty night.

Amazingly, both men turned a bit pink under their deep tans. “We better get back to work,” Tim mumbled.

She stepped aside and let them file out, holding back her chuckle until they were out of hearing.

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