Bed of Roses (Bride Quartet #2)(61)

"Required too much attention?" Emma asked, with just a hint of cool.

"Required is a good word for it. Anyway, it stopped being a thing."

"But you stayed friendly."

"Not so much. But I ran into her a couple months ago, and we were okay. Then she got in touch about her opening, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to go. Especially since you're here to protect me."

"Do you often need protection from women?"

"All the time," he said and amused her again.

"Don't you worry." She patted his hand on the gear shift. "I'm here for you."

After he'd parked, they walked through the cool spring evening in a breeze that fluttered the ends of her wrap. The little shops she enjoyed browsing were already closed, but the bistros did brisk business. A number of diners braved the chill for a chance to eat outside with candles flickering on tables.

She smelled roses and red sauce.

"You know what I haven't done for you?" Emma began.

"I have a list, but I figured I'd work up to some of the more interesting items."

She poked him with her elbow. "Cook. I'm a good cook when I have time. I'll have to seduce you with my fajitas."

"Anytime, anywhere." He stopped in front of the gallery. "Here we are. Are you sure you wouldn't rather cook?"



       
         
       
        

"Art," she said, and breezed inside.

No, not really, she thought immediately. The first thing she saw other than a number of people standing around looking intense was a large white canvas with a single, wide, blurry line of black running down the center.

"Is it a tire tread? A single tire tread on a white road, or a division of . . . something?"

"It's a black line on a white canvas. And we're going to need drinks," Jack decided.

"Mmm-hmm."

While he left her to find some, Emma wandered. She studied another canvas holding a twisted black chain with two broken links titled Freedom. Another boasted what seemed to be a number of black dots, which on closer inspection proved to be a scattering of lowercase letters.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" A man in dark-framed glasses and a black turtleneck stepped up beside her. "The emotion, the chaos."

"Uh-huh."

"The minimalist approach to intensity and confusion. It's brilliant. I could study this one for hours, and see something different each time."

"It depends on how you arrange the letters."

He beamed at her. "Exactly! I'm Jasper."

"Emma."

"Have you seen Birth?"

"Not firsthand."

"I believe it's her best work. It's just over there. I'd love to hear what you think."

He touched a hand to her elbow-testing, she knew-as he gestured. "Can I get you some wine?"

"Actually . . . I have some," she said when Jack joined them and offered her a glass. "Jack, this is Jasper. We were admiring Babel," she added when she found the title.

"A confusion of language," Jack supposed and dropped a light, possessive hand on Emma's shoulder.

"Yes, of course. If you'll excuse me."

"Busted his bubble," Jack added when Jasper slunk off. Testing the very bad wine, he studied the canvas. "It's like one of those magnet kits people buy for their refrigerator."

"Thank God. Thank God. I thought you actually saw something."

"Or somebody dropped the Scrabble tiles."

"Stop." She had to suck in a breath to stop a laugh. "Jasper finds it brilliant in its minimalist chaos."

"Well, that's Jasper for you. Why don't we just-"

"Jack!"

Emma turned to see a six-foot redhead, arms outflung, burst through the crowd. She wore snug black that showed miles of legs, a pencil-thin body offset by high, firm breasts that almost poured out of the scooped-neck of her top. She jangled from the clanging of a dozen silver bangles on her arm. 

And nearly mowed Emma down as she threw her arms around Jack to fix her murderous red mouth to his.

The best Emma could do was grab Jack's wineglass before it upended.

"I knew you'd come." Her voice was low, and nearly a sob. "You don't know what it means to me. You can't know."

"Ah," he said.

"Most of these people, they don't know me. They haven't been in me."

Jesus. Christ. "Okay. Let's just . . ." He tried untangling himself, but her arms tightened around his neck like a garrote. "I wanted to stop by and say congratulations. Let me introduce you to . . . Kellye, you're cutting off my oxygen."

"I've missed you. And tonight means so much, now so much more." Dramatic tears glimmered in her eyes; her lips quivered with emotion. "I know I can get through tonight, the stress, the demands, now that you're here. Oh, Jack, Jack, stay close to me. Stay close."