How To Seduce An Heiress: The Reluctant Heiress / Pride After Her Fall / Project: Runaway Heiress. Lucy Ellis

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СКАЧАТЬ do appreciate your gallery carrying my art. You were the first and I’ll always be indebted to you for that.”

      “You would have been in a gallery anyway whether it was my place or another’s. You have a fine talent.”

      “Thank you, Edgar,” she said.

      Sophia glanced around the room again and was slightly surprised when she saw another unfamiliar face. Except this one took her breath away.

      Perhaps the tallest man in the room, he stood in profile. His brown hair had an unruly wave to it and his hawk nose and rugged looks made her think instantly that he would be an interesting subject to paint. He held a champagne flute in his hand as he looked at a painting.

      “There’s someone else I don’t know,” she said.

      “His name is Garrett Cantrell. We talked awhile. He has a property management business here and he’s a financial adviser. He, too, bought one of your paintings last week. Another satisfied customer.”

      A woman approached Edgar, who excused himself, leaving Sophia to contemplate the tall, brown-haired stranger, strolling slowly around the gallery. She suddenly found herself crossing the room to stand near him.

      “I hope you like it,” she said.

      “I do,” he replied, turning to look at her with thickly lashed eyes the color of smoke. Her breath caught. Up close he was even more fascinating—handsome in a craggy way—and his gray eyes were unforgettable.

      “That’s good,” she replied, smiling and extending her hand while still held in his compelling gaze. “Because I’m the artist. I’m Sophia Rivers.”

      “Garrett Cantrell,” he said, shaking her hand. His warm fingers wrapped around hers and an uncustomary tingle ran to her toes. She gazed into his smoke-colored eyes and couldn’t get her breath. Her gaze slipped lower to his mouth. She wondered what it would be like to kiss him. The temperature in the room rose. She knew she should look away, yet she didn’t want to stop studying him.

      “The artist herself. And even more beautiful than your paintings,” he said as he released her hand. “You’ve caught the atmosphere of the West.”

      “It’s New Mexico, around Taos. And thank you,” she added. Her pulse jumped at his compliment and she was keenly aware of him as they moved to view another painting.

      “You’re very good at what you do. I look at these and feel as if I’m there instead of standing in a steamy metropolitan city.”

      “That’s what I hope to achieve. So this is the first time you’ve been to my gallery.”

      “Yes, but I own one of your pictures,” he said, moving to the next painting. “You must spend a lot of time in New Mexico. I assume you have a gallery there?”

      “Actually, I don’t. I intend to open one early next year, but I haven’t launched into that yet. It will take time away from painting.”

      “I understand.” He sipped champagne and moved to another painting. “Ah, I really like this one,” he said and she looked at a familiar work. It was an aged cart in front of a brown adobe house with bright hollyhocks growing around it. A small mesquite tree stood at one corner of the house.

      He looked at the next series of paintings. “These are my favorites. The Native American ones,” he said, indicating a man with a long black braid standing beside a horse in an open stretch of ground dotted with mesquite. Overhead, white clouds billowed against a blue sky and a large hawk sailed with widespread wings.

      “That’s a great painting,” he said. “The light and shadows are an interesting contrast.” Happy with his compliment, she smiled. “I’ll take this one. Any chance the artist will help me decide where to hang it? A dinner is in the offering.”

      Again, she had a flutter in her heartbeat. “We’re strangers, Mr. Cantrell.”

      “It’s Garrett. We can fix the ‘strangers’ part. When you can get away tonight, why don’t we go around the corner to the hotel bar and have a drink? Tomorrow evening we’ll hang my painting and then I’ll take you to dinner.”

      “You don’t waste time. I’d be delighted to have a drink tonight. I should be through here in another hour.”

      “Excellent,” he said, glancing at his watch.

      “I’ll get one of my staff to wrap your painting and we can deliver it tomorrow if you’d like.”

      “That will be fine. The delivery person can leave it with my gatekeeper.”

      She smiled and left to find one of her employees. “Barry, would you help Mr. Cantrell? He wants number 32. Please take care of the sale and get the delivery information.”

      She had to resist the temptation to glance over her shoulder at Garrett.

      Instead, she strolled around, speaking to customers and friends, meeting Edgar again.

      “I see Cantrell bought a painting.”

      “Yes. I’m having a drink with him after this.”

      “That was quick,” he said, glancing across the room. “Seemed nice enough. Wealthy enough, too. Last week he bought your painting from me without hesitation. Now, a week later, he’s buying another one. The man knows what he likes.”

      “I see the Santerros. I have to speak to them.”

      “Have fun this evening,” Edgar said as she left him.

      “I intend to,” she stated softly. “Garrett Cantrell,” she repeated, glancing back to see him at the desk, handing a business card to Barry. Her gaze drifted over his long legs while her heartbeat quickened. Dressed in a navy suit with a snowy dress shirt and gold cuff links, the handsome man was a standout even in the well-dressed crowd.

      She spent the next hour all too aware of where Garrett stood.

      When she saw him talking to a couple she recognized, she waited until he moved away, then worked her way around to them.

      “How are the Trents tonight?” she asked.

      “Fine,” Jason Trent answered.

      “We love your new paintings,” Meg Trent said. “Thanks for the invitation.”

      “Thank you for attending. I saw you talking to Garrett Cantrell. I just met him, but it looked as if you two already know him.”

      “We do,” Jason replied. “I lease a building from his company. He keeps up with whether everything is going smoothly, which it is. Good bunch to work with.”

      “We’re getting one of your watercolors for the family room,” Meg said. “It’s the one with the little boy and the burro.”

      “I’m glad you like that one. I hope you enjoy having it in your home.”

      “You’re a prolific painter,” Jason remarked.

      “I enjoy it.”

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