Lost and Found Husband. Sheri WhiteFeather

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Tinkle?”

      She gestured to the fountain, and he smiled. She’d named the little guy after his antics. “I’d say he’s a putto. They’re prone to naughty deeds.”

      Dana laughed. “And here all this time I thought he was a misbehaving angel.”

      Eric laughed, too. “I’m sure we’ll see plenty of cherubs at the gallery. And putti, too.”

      “It will be fun trying to tell the difference. We can make a guessing game out of it.”

      They walked to his car, and he opened the passenger side and watched her slide onto the seat. She was fluid and graceful, and he was still hoping that he could handle their date.

      He got behind the wheel, and she gave him the address of the gallery. He typed it into the navigation system and drove into the night.

      They barely spoke on the way. Mostly they listened to the female computer voice giving directions.

      Finally Dana said, “I don’t have one of those. I just take the chance of getting lost. Besides, sometimes you end up in interesting places when you go the wrong way.”

      “Do you have a bad sense of direction?”

      “The worst.” She grinned like an imp. “That part of my brain never developed, I guess. But we all have something not quite right about us.”

      His “not quite right” was his attraction to her. She didn’t make sense in his organized world. She was too young, too free, too far from his norm.

      They arrived at their destination, and he drove around to find a parking space.

      “I love this area,” Dana said.

      Eric kept quiet. He used to love it, too. The oceanfront hotel that hosted his wedding was nearby.

      He nabbed a parking spot, and they walked a block or so to the gallery.

      They entered the reception area, where food and drink were being served. But they didn’t make a beeline for the buffet. To do so would have been tacky and insulting to the artist, or, in this case, the group of artists being showcased. Eric did opt for the bar, though. He needed a drink. Dana accepted a glass of wine, as well.

      Together, they wandered around. The Valentine theme played out in different ways. Some pieces were warm and whimsical, others deep and epic. One spicy collection presented a sensual tone, whereas another was tragic.

      The tragic art impacted Eric the most. Love found, love lost. He was morosely drawn to it.

      Dana stood beside him as they gazed at a painting of a man reaching toward the sky, where a woman was fading away from him. The emotion it evoked hit him square in the gut.

      “Have you ever been in love?” he asked her.

      “No, but I hope to fall madly in love someday. It must be an incredible feeling.”

      “It is.”

      As he continued to study the piece, she studied him. He could feel her blue eyes burning into his soul.

      “I’m sorry if this is difficult for you,” she said softly.

      He denied his pain. “I’m fine.” He turned away from the painting. “Do you want to sample the buffet now?”

      “Sure. That sounds good. But afterward, I’d like to go through the other parts of the exhibit again.”

      The other parts. The non-tragic works. “And play a cherub/putto guessing game?” They hadn’t done that yet. There had been too much to look at, too much to take in, especially with Eric spending so much time on the sad images.

      “Yes, I want to see the cherubs and putti again, but I want to take a closer look at the sexy artwork, too.” She flashed her scarlet-lipstick smile. “I wasn’t expecting to see that sort of thing included in the show.”

      Her mouth looked downright lush. To keep his brain from fogging, he tried to say something intelligent. “Sex is an important aspect of love.”

      “And sometimes sex is just sex. That’s the only kind I’ve known. Not that I’m an authority on the subject or anything. I’ve only had a couple of boyfriends. Men I liked, but didn’t love, obviously.”

      “I used to have uncommitted sex before I met Corrine. I barely remember those affairs now. But it was ages ago.”

      “Time slips by.”

      “Yes, it does.”

      He led Dana to the buffet, and they put appetizers on their plate. He tried not to watch her eat. But it was impossible not to be fascinated by her mouth. The kiss they’d promised to exchange was still imbedded in his mind.

      She nibbled on an array of fruit. As his attraction to her heightened, he said, “You could be an artist’s muse, looking the way you look tonight.”

      “Thank you. I think it’s the nicest compliment a man has ever paid me.”

      “Young and nubile, as they used to say.”

      “You better stop talking like that or you’re going to turn me into a seductress.”

      She was already a seductress, tempting him with her beauty and flair. He swigged his drink, doing his damnedest to cool off. They finished their food and wandered the gallery once more. He wasn’t looking forward to seeing the sensual art again, not with the way she was affecting him.

      The cherubs and putti were first, and he forced himself to play their game, comparing two illustrations that hung side by side. “So, which is which?”

      “That’s a cherub,” she replied, about a heavenly-looking little guy. “And those are putti,” she added, referring to the other drawing, where mischief ran amuck.

      “How about that one?” He gestured to a painting that wasn’t as easy to define.

      She gazed at it for a while. “I don’t have a clue.”

      “Truthfully, I don’t, either. Sometimes it’s tough to know what the artist is trying to convey.”

      They moved onto the sensual art, where lust reigned supreme.

      Dana approached an alluring picture. “Look how beautiful it is.”

      Eric was looking. He wished he wasn’t, though. The image was a photograph of a bewitching redhead reclining on a satin-draped bed with her hair coiled around the pillow and shaped into a heart. A tall, leanly muscled man tossed red dahlias onto the bed, only he was in shadow, his presence adding an air of mystery.

      “I think she’s dreaming about him,” Dana said. “And that he’s not really there.”

      Eric could see why Dana was attracted to this piece, especially with the inclusion of the dahlias. It made him want to kiss her, here and now, but it was neither the time nor the place, not when they’d agreed on a good-night kiss at her door.

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