Page 137 of The Chase
She let out a sigh. “Tobias’s such a mystery.”
I went to tell her I was hoping to get him to reveal more about himself but thought better of it. “He’s incredibly kind.”
“Where did you meet?”
“At The Otillie.” I pointed to the bowl. “I’m an art specialist but this kind of thing is a little out of my league.”
“Paintings?”
“Yes.”
“Hugo has a few. He has a thing for Picasso.”
“Does he own one?”
“Yes.” She scrunched up her face. “It’s silly. But he loves it. A dog. I could have drawn it and he could have paid me millions instead.”
“It’s a sausage dog.” I shrugged. “Probably.”
“Hugo says it’s worth a fortune.”
“How long have you been married?”
“Ten years. I was beginning my modeling career and he saved me.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“I love cheese more.” She grinned. “I love cheddar. Brie.” She caught her tongue between her teeth.
“Hugo seems lovely.”
“He’s adorable. Lets me do whatever I like. You know, within limits.”
It was nice to see her happy.
“He lets me play.” She pouted and stepped toward me. “Do you play?”
“Um...” Tennis came to mind but I’d never been any good at it.
Then I realized—
She came closer. “I can’t get over how pretty you are.”
“I thought that when I first saw you.”
She captured me with her gaze, her dreamy aura proving she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. I imagined Hugo kept her on a tight leash.
A sigh escaped her lips...
She closed the gap between us. “Would you like some snow?”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t do anything like that.”
Her body pressed against mine. “Zara, such a pretty name.” Her lips brushed mine. A flit of her tongue.
A wave of confliction as I feared offending her.
“I’m not—” I rested my hands above her chest and gave her a gentle nudge.
