“The place smelled of strong spices and incense. An older woman worked the counter. She seemed distracted, placing price tags on a stack of candleholders. “Hello,” she said and smiled at him for a moment before returning to her work. Dayne relaxed some. This was going to be easier than he thought. He tugged the bill of his baseball cap down lower on his forehead. “The paintings out front, the ones by Ashley Blake…” “Yes.” The woman made a dreamy-sounding sigh. “The girl is absolutely brilliant. ...I sell more of her work than anyone else’s in the gallery.” He had thought about getting only one of her pieces, but it was impossible to decide which one. Each of them held a piece of his sister-a sister he would probably never know. If he couldn’t have a relationship with her, then he could have her paintings at least. He placed a credit card on the counter. “I’d like all three, please.” “All thr-” Her tone changed. “Sir, have you looked at the price? Those paintings are eleven hundred dollars each.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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