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CHAPTER FOUR

‘WHICH of the collection is your personal favourite?’ Nikos queried as they moved from one exhibit to another.

There were interruptions as she was greeted by a few guests, and on each occasion good manners demanded she introduce the man at her side.

She could sense their masked speculation, sense their curiosity, and she wasn’t sure whether to feel angry or resigned.

Michelle’s lips parted to make a flippant response, only to change her mind at the last second. ‘The little boy standing on a sandhill looking out over the ocean.’

He lifted a hand and tucked a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. He watched her eyes dilate, and felt the slight shiver his touch evoked. ‘Why that particular painting?’

‘Because it seems as if the ocean represents his world, and he’s curious to know where it ends and what’s beyond the horizon. If you look at his features, there’s wonderment, excitement.’ Her voice softened. ‘He’s trying not to be afraid, but he is. You can see it in the faint thrust of his lower lip, the way his chin tucks in a little.’ She raised her hand, then let it fall again to her side.

It was more than just a painting, it represented life. The promise of what might be. Even though the logical mind relegated the image to the skilled use of paint on canvas and artistic flair.

‘Consider it sold.’

Michelle glanced up and examined the chiselled perfection of his features. ‘You haven’t asked the grice.’

‘It’s listed on the programme.’ His smile was wholly sensual. ‘What discount are you prepared to offer me?’

She badly wanted to say none, except ‘business’ was a separate category to ‘personal,’ and anyone with sufficient nous ensured the two were kept apart. ‘It depends on your method of payment.’

‘I’ll present you with a bank cheque at midday tomorrow, and organise delivery.’

Michelle didn’t hesitate. ‘Five per cent.’

It shouldn’t concern her where he intended to hang it, in fact she told herself she didn’t care.

‘Something is bothering you?’

His light tone didn’t fool her in the slightest. He was too intuitive, and she loathed his ability to tune into her thoughts. It made her feel vulnerable, and too acutely sensitive.

‘Why should anything bother me? I’ve just sold the most expensive painting featured in this exhibition.’

‘By your own admission, it’s the one you admire most,’ Nikos pursued softly. ‘I imagine you can offer a suggestion how it should be displayed to its best advantage?’

She could tell him to do what he liked with it, but professional etiquette got the better of her.

‘It should occupy centre stage on a wide wall,’ she opined slowly. ‘Preferably painted a very pale shade of blue, so the colours mesh and there’s a sense of continuity.’

Interesting, he perceived, that her love of art overcame her instinctive wariness of him.

‘Now, if you’ll excuse me,’ Michelle said purposefully. ‘There’s something I need to check with my business partner.’ She offered him a polite smile, then turned and went in search of Emilio.

‘So he’s the one,’ Emilio said in a quiet aside several minutes later.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Yes, you do.’

‘I’d prefer not to discuss it.’

‘As you wish.’