Page 78 of The Chase
“The restoration program.” I wrapped my hands around my mug. “Where had you come from that night?”
“Dinner with friends.”
“Perhaps I should have asked you this before we shagged in my office, are you seeing anyone?”
“No.”
“Me, neither.”
“I know.” He gave a crooked smile. “Art’s your one true love. See, I remember.”
My insides coiled with excitement that he seemed to get me.
“I love The Otillie,” he broke the silence.
“I remember you saying that at the meeting with Adley.”
“You blew us all away with that trick you pulled on the Pollock.”
“Trust me. That came from years of study and my unhealthy obsession with art. Too many evenings spent alone at the National.”
“There’s worse things in life to be obsessed with.” His gaze fixed on mine.
I never wanted him to leave. “What time is your flight?”
“Anytime I like.” Tobias kicked off his shoes and joined me on the bed, sitting shoulder to shoulder next to me.
I looked at him. “You have a private jet, don’t you?”
His face crinkled into a smile.
“Your pilot doesn’t mind being on call?”
“I don’t mind.”
“You pilot your own plane?”
“Matter of convenience.”
My jaw gaped. “That’s impressive.”
“You recognized a Pollack from across a room.That’simpressive.”
“When did you learn to fly?”
“Twenty-one. Family tradition.” He broke my gaze.
I wondered if he was thinking of his parents and I inwardly cringed, hoping it hadn’t been his dad flying the plane that went down.
“So do you normally sneak into homes and search out paintings?” I said.
He grinned. “Sometimes.”
“You’re not going to tell me how you knew that painting was there, are you?”
“I always protect my sources.”
“So when you’re not running around town hunting down pieces of art to buy up, you’re running a tech business?”
