waist drew her in front of Jethro. He followed the line of the fire truck with his finger. âThe shadows disguise the layering and add depth and dimension.â He spoke right in her ear, his breath blowing over the sensitive skin. She shivered and fought the urge to lean back against him.
âYes. I can see the shadows are key.â
âEthan, there you are. And Jethro, you finally made it. Excellent.â A woman with pale skin, black sharp-edged hair and bright red lips swept up to them. She wore a black suit that flowed around a reed-thin body. Hooking her arms through each of the menâs, she led them away. âThe press are here. Time to make nice.â
Lexi followed as best she could considering the crowd quickly closed around her now she didnât have the almighty Jethro Calder with her. When she got cut off, she decided to look around at more of the art. The woman obviously worked for the gallery and it sounded like Jethro would be busy for a few minutes, so he shouldnât miss her.
As she strolled around, she encountered several people she knew. The director of her last dance review at the Golden Link and his wife, a pit boss from Pinnacle and his partner, and a client of hers from Modern Goddess. She chatted briefly with each making sure to talk up the artist; she even influenced a sale with the director.
She kept her eye on Jethro in case her duties were needed but the dark-haired woman, whom sheâd learned was Lana, the gallery manager, guarded him like a lioness with her cub. No wannabes were getting through her.
Ethan found Lexi by the buffet table.
âHey, Iâve been racking up sales for you.â
âIâm glad to hear it.â He grabbed one of the fancy bottles of water. âAnd Iâm glad I caught you alone.â
âAh-ah.â She shook her finger at him. âYou promised Jethro no flirting.â
âHeâs who I want to talk to you about. I want to thank him for his patronage by giving him one of the pictures. I thought you could help me choose one for him.â
âOh, goodness. We really havenât known each other that long.â
âMaybe not, but you obviously have his number. And he likes you.â
What an interesting comment. She wondered what made him think so. She laughed. âI think we both have you fooled.â
âNo.â Ethan shook his head, his green gaze serious. âAs a photographer and an artist, Iâve learned to read people. Iâll admit Jethro is tough to get a read on because he doesnât show much emotion. Most people donât even try unless they want something from him.â
âThatâs just sad.â She dismissed a pang of guilt. He couldnât miss what he didnât know he had.
âYes.â Ethan sipped the expensive water. âBut itâs a persona he fosters. He doesnât let people close.â
âYouâre just proving my case.â
âIâm proving my case. Because you see the man. You recognized his excitement for my work. You tease him.â He shook his head. âSeriously, Iâve never seen anyone talk to him the way you do. And he takes it. Thatâs how I know he likes you.â
Okay, heâd made a couple of good points, but Lexi still wasnât convinced. Sheâd love for Jethro to like her. It could only help her case, make him predisposed to help her. But the evidence seemed pretty flimsy to her.
âThat and the way he looks at you. He hasnât taken his eyes off you all night.â
Of course the comment had her searching out Jethro, and sure enough he looked right at them even as he talked with an elderly Japanese couple. She waved and he cocked a dark brow.
âThis should really be your choice.â She told Ethan.
âIâd still like your help.â He insisted.
âOkay, but I should get back to him soon.â
âThis wonât take long,â he assured her. âAnd
Elizabeth Amelia Barrington