intruder from the night before, but a glance at his watch told him how late it was getting. He’d talk to her later. “I need to get ready for my meeting. I’ll come find you when it’s over.”
“You’d better.”
Galen turned and walked out, trying to think of what he was going to tell Nick. From the excitement in his voice he had to know something about the statues, a lot more than Galen did. Would he also not see the difference like Ella and Suzane, or would he think Galen was screwing with him?
CHAPTER FOUR
N ICK suppressed a little flutter of nerves as he climbed the stairs into Galen’s office. The only reason he came was to see the Collection. However, the sight of Galen, looking so smooth and sexy as he stared out of the window lost in thought, brought a hard punch of old longing to his gut. His dark-blond hair fell in an arc around his face and emphasized his high cheekbones and full mouth.
He looked away when he found himself concentrating on those lips. Instead he swept his eyes over Galen’s body. The man wore a suit like he was born in it. It accentuated the lean lines of his body. The silvery gray looked good on him, so did the bold-blue dress shirt. It wasn’t fair that Galen could affect him on such a visceral level when he remained pretty oblivious to Nick in return.
And Nick did not want to be caught ogling. “I brought coffee and muffins,” he said, breaking Galen’s reverie as he set them down on the desk.
Galen swiveled his chair around and rose, welcome lighting up his warm brown eyes. “It’s good to see you again.”
Galen stepped forward and hesitated, his hand outstretched in a way that made Nick think Galen couldn’t decide between a hug or a handshake. Nick solved the dilemma by taking his hand briefly before letting it go. Business, that’s it. A dozen little social niceties leapt to his tongue and none of them emerged.
Of all the people to find the Dexios Collection, why did it have to be too-sexy Galen Kanellis who fucked like an Olympic gold champion? It was a cruel twist of karma that Nick’s body and heart had such vivid memories of him.
Galen’s eyes swept over Nick once before he gestured to the chair. “Please, sit. Thank you for coming.”
“Thanks for seeing me. I know I pretty much barged in here without thinking about your schedule.” Finally. Words passed Nick’s lips, ones that didn’t make him sound like a bumbling idiot.
“You’re the one with all the meetings and deadlines. I get to make my own rules when Suzane lets me. I’m glad you came.”
Nick had the craziest thought that Galen was nervous. He kept rubbing the back of his neck and rearranging folders on his neat desk. It had to be Nick’s own nerves talking. He wasn’t sure what to do or say after all this time. He had been so angry when they last saw each other, and it had taken a long time to let go of that anger.
Nick covered up his unease by handing Galen one of the bags and paper cups of coffee. “Peace offering?”
“I like the idea of a fresh start.” Galen glanced into the bag and threw Nick the easy smile that had snared him from the first moment their eyes had met at the bar. “Blueberry. You remembered my favorite.”
There were too many things about Galen that were seared into his memory. Nick sat back and took a sip of his coffee. Best to get down to business and get out of there before his mind started up on everything he should’ve said or done that might have convinced Galen to give their relationship a fighting chance. “You never said how you got your hands on these statues, and my curiosity is killing me.”
“This can’t go past this office or my assistant will kill me,” Galen said in a low voice and waited for Nick’s nod while he buttered his muffin. “They showed up in my storage room about a week ago. They were wrapped in wool and stuffed in old crates with rusted nails, craziest thing. They didn’t have any paperwork with them
“You’d better.”
Galen turned and walked out, trying to think of what he was going to tell Nick. From the excitement in his voice he had to know something about the statues, a lot more than Galen did. Would he also not see the difference like Ella and Suzane, or would he think Galen was screwing with him?
CHAPTER FOUR
N ICK suppressed a little flutter of nerves as he climbed the stairs into Galen’s office. The only reason he came was to see the Collection. However, the sight of Galen, looking so smooth and sexy as he stared out of the window lost in thought, brought a hard punch of old longing to his gut. His dark-blond hair fell in an arc around his face and emphasized his high cheekbones and full mouth.
He looked away when he found himself concentrating on those lips. Instead he swept his eyes over Galen’s body. The man wore a suit like he was born in it. It accentuated the lean lines of his body. The silvery gray looked good on him, so did the bold-blue dress shirt. It wasn’t fair that Galen could affect him on such a visceral level when he remained pretty oblivious to Nick in return.
And Nick did not want to be caught ogling. “I brought coffee and muffins,” he said, breaking Galen’s reverie as he set them down on the desk.
Galen swiveled his chair around and rose, welcome lighting up his warm brown eyes. “It’s good to see you again.”
Galen stepped forward and hesitated, his hand outstretched in a way that made Nick think Galen couldn’t decide between a hug or a handshake. Nick solved the dilemma by taking his hand briefly before letting it go. Business, that’s it. A dozen little social niceties leapt to his tongue and none of them emerged.
Of all the people to find the Dexios Collection, why did it have to be too-sexy Galen Kanellis who fucked like an Olympic gold champion? It was a cruel twist of karma that Nick’s body and heart had such vivid memories of him.
Galen’s eyes swept over Nick once before he gestured to the chair. “Please, sit. Thank you for coming.”
“Thanks for seeing me. I know I pretty much barged in here without thinking about your schedule.” Finally. Words passed Nick’s lips, ones that didn’t make him sound like a bumbling idiot.
“You’re the one with all the meetings and deadlines. I get to make my own rules when Suzane lets me. I’m glad you came.”
Nick had the craziest thought that Galen was nervous. He kept rubbing the back of his neck and rearranging folders on his neat desk. It had to be Nick’s own nerves talking. He wasn’t sure what to do or say after all this time. He had been so angry when they last saw each other, and it had taken a long time to let go of that anger.
Nick covered up his unease by handing Galen one of the bags and paper cups of coffee. “Peace offering?”
“I like the idea of a fresh start.” Galen glanced into the bag and threw Nick the easy smile that had snared him from the first moment their eyes had met at the bar. “Blueberry. You remembered my favorite.”
There were too many things about Galen that were seared into his memory. Nick sat back and took a sip of his coffee. Best to get down to business and get out of there before his mind started up on everything he should’ve said or done that might have convinced Galen to give their relationship a fighting chance. “You never said how you got your hands on these statues, and my curiosity is killing me.”
“This can’t go past this office or my assistant will kill me,” Galen said in a low voice and waited for Nick’s nod while he buttered his muffin. “They showed up in my storage room about a week ago. They were wrapped in wool and stuffed in old crates with rusted nails, craziest thing. They didn’t have any paperwork with them
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