Most days, they spent hours talking about art and arguing theory, which made him the full package. It didn’t hurt that he was beautiful, either-tall with golden blond hair and blue eyes that always seemed to twinkle. He was quiet and, though his sense of humor was almost wicked, he was never less than polite. She’d expected someone like Ian-intense, protective, and sporting some serious anger issues. It was as if someone pulled the idea of what heaven would look like straight from her head. Though Nathan focused more on scrap-metal sculpting, the galleries he owned displayed every type of art. Last year, when Ian recommended applying for the art coordinator job at the gallery, she’d balked-could she really work under one of her brother’s military buddies? But she’d walked into the gallery and was instantly swept away.

If she was going to stave off her mother’s matchmaking efforts and land a guy she could stomach being around, it was time for a more direct approach. Nathan sure as heck hadn’t caught any of her blatant hints. If she backed out now, she’d never get things moving between them.

The thought settled like lead in her stomach. Things would go on just like they’d always been, with her working at the gallery and Nathan being completely unaware she was interested in him. Was she really going to do this? It wasn’t too late to turn back, to pretend she’d never had this insane idea in the first place. She would have preferred to go without since it was too warm out for coats, even this late at night, but it wasn’t like she could waltz upstairs wearing only lingerie, could she?Įlle gripped the banister until her knuckles went white. Were the walls narrower than before? She adjusted her coat, trying to get some air circulating. Elle knew better-there were only thirteen steps leading to the loft above the gallery, the same as always. The staircase before her seemed to stretch up forever. As soon as she found the courage to take the first step, that is.

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