Kiss Me Crazy by Ednah Walters, E. B. Walters Page A
Authors: Ednah Walters, E. B. Walters
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“Good. I was with her a few weeks ago and she was feeling rather low. But she asked about you. She’s very proud of what you’re doing with the galery. We al are.”
“Thanks, Ma. I’ve got to go. I’m about to hit the highway.” He hung up before Estele could get more emotional. His father died when Lex, Chase, and he were in their teens, and Jade only ten, but Estele brought up the four of them along with two cousins, Ashley and Faith. It hadn’t been easy, especialy with his father’s side of the family looking over her shoulder, waiting for her to make a mistake. She showed them. Al six of them were hard workers, just like her. Any screw ups on their parts weren’t her fault.
Baron inserted a CD of classic rock in the player and grinned. Traveling music. He sung along with Aerosmith. Soon he just drummed the steering wheel as he drove.
He couldn’t have come up with a better plan. What he’d told his mother, about dropping off the painting, had been but a smal part of his plan. After he slept off his hangover, he’d come up with a briliant plan and caled Bridget VanderMarck, the woman who’d introduced him to the world of antiques.
After the auction scandal broke, Bridget VanderMarck had asked him to spend some time in her summer home in Hope, Idaho, and catalogue her late husband’s last stash of antiques. She’d begged him to “get rid” of everything through his galery after they were authenticated, but he had been too busy at the time to take some time off. Even now, it would have been much more convenient to go after the grand opening of the galery in San Francisco, but the situation with Kara precipitated things. So he’d caled Bridget, and she’d been more than happy to oblige him.
If any of the remaining VanderMarck’s colection rivaled what she’d auctioned off, it would be a coup for his galery to sel them. But to have a week or two alone with Kara, at a secluded cottage in the middle of nowhere, would be the cherry on top of the ice cream. Anticipation sliced through Baron. He was a sucker for garnish.
CHAPTER 4
Kara worked on the Halè until her stomach growled. A glance at her watch and she realized why—it was three-fifteen. No wonder she was starving. Turkey on croissant would tide her over until dinner. Maybe rye, which had fewer calories. She removed the jeweler’s magnifying glass from her head, turned on her cel phone, and dialed Raul’s pastry shop.
She placed the order, and ignoring her growling stomach, picked up the UV-lamp to study the area on the painting she’d just finished cleaning. No fluorescent. Good. The uncleaned part lit up like Christmas lights. It wasn’t that big, which meant she could be done tomorrow.
She switched off the lamp, turned off her iPod, and headed upstairs to wait for her sandwich. Rick had the phone glued to his chin, so she walked by without stopping. The receptionist, whose counter sat to the left of the halway, glanced up when Kara entered the showroom.
“Finaly upstairs, huh? I don’t know how you can stand being cooped up down there for hours,” the petite, mocha-skinned girl said with a smile.
Kara just shrugged and leaned against the counter. “To each their own, Maya. Any messages?”
“One. From Renee Gunter.” She picked a piece of paper from a tray and handed it to Kara.
“Thanks.” Kara read the note and sighed. Renee wanted to know when they could get together to plan Chloe’s engagement party. Kara folded the note and shoved it in her pocket.
Planning a party was the last thing she wanted to do. She was tired and needed to unwind, take the edge off. In the past few months, her workload had left little room for relaxation. During her free time, she hit the gym or cleaned her house. Stil, that didn’t mean she couldn’t help throw Chloe a big-ass engagement party.
She just needed some me-time first.
Maya leaned forward, a gleam in her eyes. “So? Who’s gotten engaged?”
Kara felt a tinge of
“Good. I was with her a few weeks ago and she was feeling rather low. But she asked about you. She’s very proud of what you’re doing with the galery. We al are.”
“Thanks, Ma. I’ve got to go. I’m about to hit the highway.” He hung up before Estele could get more emotional. His father died when Lex, Chase, and he were in their teens, and Jade only ten, but Estele brought up the four of them along with two cousins, Ashley and Faith. It hadn’t been easy, especialy with his father’s side of the family looking over her shoulder, waiting for her to make a mistake. She showed them. Al six of them were hard workers, just like her. Any screw ups on their parts weren’t her fault.
Baron inserted a CD of classic rock in the player and grinned. Traveling music. He sung along with Aerosmith. Soon he just drummed the steering wheel as he drove.
He couldn’t have come up with a better plan. What he’d told his mother, about dropping off the painting, had been but a smal part of his plan. After he slept off his hangover, he’d come up with a briliant plan and caled Bridget VanderMarck, the woman who’d introduced him to the world of antiques.
After the auction scandal broke, Bridget VanderMarck had asked him to spend some time in her summer home in Hope, Idaho, and catalogue her late husband’s last stash of antiques. She’d begged him to “get rid” of everything through his galery after they were authenticated, but he had been too busy at the time to take some time off. Even now, it would have been much more convenient to go after the grand opening of the galery in San Francisco, but the situation with Kara precipitated things. So he’d caled Bridget, and she’d been more than happy to oblige him.
If any of the remaining VanderMarck’s colection rivaled what she’d auctioned off, it would be a coup for his galery to sel them. But to have a week or two alone with Kara, at a secluded cottage in the middle of nowhere, would be the cherry on top of the ice cream. Anticipation sliced through Baron. He was a sucker for garnish.
CHAPTER 4
Kara worked on the Halè until her stomach growled. A glance at her watch and she realized why—it was three-fifteen. No wonder she was starving. Turkey on croissant would tide her over until dinner. Maybe rye, which had fewer calories. She removed the jeweler’s magnifying glass from her head, turned on her cel phone, and dialed Raul’s pastry shop.
She placed the order, and ignoring her growling stomach, picked up the UV-lamp to study the area on the painting she’d just finished cleaning. No fluorescent. Good. The uncleaned part lit up like Christmas lights. It wasn’t that big, which meant she could be done tomorrow.
She switched off the lamp, turned off her iPod, and headed upstairs to wait for her sandwich. Rick had the phone glued to his chin, so she walked by without stopping. The receptionist, whose counter sat to the left of the halway, glanced up when Kara entered the showroom.
“Finaly upstairs, huh? I don’t know how you can stand being cooped up down there for hours,” the petite, mocha-skinned girl said with a smile.
Kara just shrugged and leaned against the counter. “To each their own, Maya. Any messages?”
“One. From Renee Gunter.” She picked a piece of paper from a tray and handed it to Kara.
“Thanks.” Kara read the note and sighed. Renee wanted to know when they could get together to plan Chloe’s engagement party. Kara folded the note and shoved it in her pocket.
Planning a party was the last thing she wanted to do. She was tired and needed to unwind, take the edge off. In the past few months, her workload had left little room for relaxation. During her free time, she hit the gym or cleaned her house. Stil, that didn’t mean she couldn’t help throw Chloe a big-ass engagement party.
She just needed some me-time first.
Maya leaned forward, a gleam in her eyes. “So? Who’s gotten engaged?”
Kara felt a tinge of
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