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some things—if not all.”
     
    He laughed at her cheekiness. It was good to have her back, and this Riley was so much better than the scared one who was ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble. “Hey, I have some good news. Well, actually, I am not sure how you are going to take it, so let me just state flat out that you might have some objection to it.”
     
    “Spit it out.”
     
    “Ok, here I go. Remember the sketch I took from you to put on Simon’s bar. It was with me that night when I went to visit Simon. The police took it as evidence…well, I don’t know why they did that.”
     
    She ran a hand through her hair. “It doesn’t matter. I have got dozens of them.”
     
    “No, it’s not that.” He clasped a hand on her shoulder. “The officer called me today and said I could take it back. Apparently it’s no longer evidence.”
     
    “So?”
     
    “He said that he showed it to a friend of his who owns an art gallery—because apparently this officer is a collector of arts.”
     
    She stood as still as a rock. “And?”
     
    “The owner of the art gallery wanted to know the artist. He loved that piece, and he wants to see more of them.”
     
    He wasn’t quite sure if she was happy or frightened of the idea. Her expression didn’t change, and she looked at him for the longest time. He dared not move because he didn’t want to disturb her thought process. “He wants to see more?”
     
    “He loved it.”
     
    She chewed on her bottom lip. “I don’t know…I guess I never wanted anyone to see my work because if I became famous, it would be so much easier for my brother to find me. I did it for me but now…he has managed to find me every time so perhaps it is time for me to stop running away.”
     
    He just didn’t like the way conversation turned around. Chance didn’t think they were talking about the same thing anymore. She had something else on her mind, and he was quite sure he wouldn’t like it. “What do you mean?”
     
    She shrugged, and he’d a nasty feeling she was trying to hide something. There were some thoughts in her head that she wasn’t ready to share. What could it be? Before he could guess, she grabbed his hand and tugged him along. “I mean that you should definitely call this guy over, and I will show him my sketches. Most of them are over at my place, so we should invite him there. It will be great. Just imagine…what if he really likes them and plans to do an exhibition…I can’t even imagine something like that.”
     
    “I think your sketches are extremely good, and you will go a long way with them.”
     
    “I sure hope so. Never in my life did I ever imagine that I would be able to do anything with my art. It was just something I did for myself, and it has given me a lot of pleasure. But now the prospect that I might achieve some kind of a success with it, even if it is miniscule, is such a big achievement, and I want that.”
     
    He was a little overwhelmed by her enthusiasm, and a little derailed by it. He never expected these kinds of reactions. He was thinking that he would have to talk to her for days, maybe weeks, before she got used to the idea of owning a bar with him. And he had fully expected her to baulk at the thought of showing her sketches to a stranger, but she was acting in a manner that wasn’t consistent with her personality.
     
    Chance had the nasty feeling that she was planning something that he wouldn’t like.
     
    Or perhaps he was just being paranoid. Maybe this was the new Riley, the one who appreciated the good things in life because she’d gotten so close to death. Perhaps she had desired these achievements all along and never thought about receiving them because she didn’t have any support. He was ready to be her anchor. He would do anything to keep that smile on her face. As he gazed at her while she talked animatedly about her plans for the bar and for her drawings, his skin hummed with satisfaction because he could