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to men. In high school, she’d never much seen the point. There had been the occasional guy, but no real boyfriend.
    â€œWant to get lunch?” he asked.
    Her heart gave a little jump. Okay, it wasn’t a date, but it was close. “I’d like that.”
    â€œGood.” He dropped his arm. “Let me go see if Cat wants to take a break.” He shook his head. “She has the classic artistic temperament. I never know when she’s going to go off on me, so don’t be surprised if you hear a lot of screaming.”
    He sounded more excited than upset by the prospect.
    â€œCat?” she asked, remembering the female welder.
    But Tucker was already gone, walking quickly into the building.
    Nevada walked to the door and watched as he gracefully climbed the scaffolding. When he reached the welder, he touched her on the shoulder. The sparks stopped and the woman removed her protective gear.
    Even from all the way across the building, Nevada could tell she was beautiful. Long, dark hair tumbled halfway down her back in cascading waves. A classically beautiful face—wide eyes, high cheekbones and a full mouth. The woman stepped out of a jumpsuit, revealing a cropped T-shirt and shorts, long, perfect legs and a waist small enough to belong on a model.
    She and Tucker descended the scaffolding together.
    Once again Nevada was unable to move, but it wasn’t Tucker who held her in place—it was her own sense of insignificance. The woman was older than Nevada, and probably a couple of years older than Tucker. Even casually dressed, she had an air of sophistication. Men wrote songs for women like that, went to war for them, loved them.
    As the couple approached, Nevada wanted to run. She forced herself to stand there, knowing she would probably trip over her own feet if she tried to get away.
    â€œSo, you’re Tucker’s friend,” the woman said, hervoice low and sultry, with a slight accent. “I’m delighted to finally meet you. I’m Caterina Stoicasescu.” She held out her long, slender hand.
    â€œNevada Hendrix.”
    Nevada shook the strong, scarred hand, doing her best to keep her mouth from hanging open. Her gaze went from the woman to the sculpture and back.
    Caterina Stoicasescu? She was famous all the way to Fool’s Gold. Talented, gifted. She’d been discovered when she was little. Maybe before she was a teenager. Her sculptures were supposed to be brilliant beyond words. Nevada knew her work was displayed all over the world, that Caterina was well-known and wealthy.
    â€œYou are from a small town, yes?” Caterina asked.
    â€œFool’s Gold. It’s in the Sierra Nevada foothills. It’s pretty. Quaint. Probably different from your regular life.”
    Caterina smiled, her piercing green eyes tilting up at the corners. “So you’ve heard of me. That’s good.”
    â€œI’m not an expert, of course, but yes. Your work…” She motioned to the sculpture. “It’s very beautiful.”
    Caterina moved next to her and they both faced the piece. “Tell me. What does it make you feel?”
    Nevada swallowed. “I, um… I don’t really know what you’re asking.”
    â€œWhen you look at it, what do you think? What did you think when you first saw it?”
    â€œI’m an engineering student,” she began, feeling herself blush. She glanced at Tucker, hoping he would rescue her, but he wasn’t looking at her. Instead his gaze was locked on the other woman.
    â€œYou’re smart, I can tell. What did you feel?”
    Nevada swallowed. “Sad. Like something bad had happened.”
    Caterina threw up her hands and turned in a circle. “Yes. That is it exactly.” She grabbed Nevada by the shoulders and kissed her on each cheek. “Thank you.”
    Nevada blinked a couple of times. “You’re welcome, Ms. Stoicasescu.”
    â€œCat, please. All my