Page 27 of Art of Love
Again, I probably should have come clean, but I didn’t want to just yet.
“With hot chocolate?”
“It comes with marshmallows, chocolate sprinkles, and cream. It’s so good even I’m having one. And look at me; I’m a health freak.”
She pressed her lips together and tried to bite back a smile. “That is so crazy.”
“Made you smile though, right?” I nodded with triumph, and she really did smile.
“Okay, Hunter. Thanks for the meal.”
“You’re welcome, my lady.”
She rolled her eyes at me and shook her head. “So, any ideas?”
I kind of wanted to ask her a little bit more about how she was dealing with her stolen money situation, but she had the right idea about getting straight to business.
“No, and yes.”
“Which is it?”
“Well, I have an idea, or ideas, but I don’t know if you’ll agree with any of them.”
“What are they?”
“Doing something crazy and different.”
“Like what?” She narrowed her gaze at me.
“Just different.”
“That tells me nothing.” She frowned.
“Yes, it means we can’t do something average so we need to think about doing something different and crazy. Something eye-catching. Plus, I kind of think that whole part A and B stuff is intermingled. We can’t completely use ourselves if we’re supposed to be assisting and getting the info we need for everything else. That means we have to plan properly. We use a thing, then that frees us up. But think about each of the exhibitions this year. What do they all have in common?” I’d done my research inside and out.
“Living art,” she said without thinking too hard.
I nodded. All the exhibitions had that element of blended art, but living art was a must. There were no still objects from what I’d read so far.
“So, you think we should use ourselves.”
I did, but I doubted she was going to like the idea I had. I was going to throw it out there anyway. “Just one of us, but for the first hour of the exhibition. Each show is two hours long. Doors close after the first hour, so that frees us both up. It means we just have to dazzle people for an hour, then get to our other work.”
“Gee, you really thought this through already.”
I guess it was the lawyer in me. Being analytical and seeing a process to get shit done. I wasn’t up for failure, and to get over the first hurdle, I needed her to work with me.
“I’m a quick study on anything like this.” It was set up for us to work together, see the potential areas of difficulty and find a way around it based on the choices available to us.
“Or maybe you had a good teacher?” she threw in and raised her brows.
“Not sure what you mean, love.” I knew what she meant. I was wondering when she was going to ask me about my grandfather.
“It’s quite a big thing to leave out that you’re related to Peter Belmont, don’t you think?”
“Maybe I don’t like being judged based on that.” I didn’t, and I didn’t wave it around in anyone’s face either. Never got the chance to because my parents were so much against me pursuing art. “Plus, you wouldn’t have remembered if I told you anyway.”
“Why now? Why are you doing this now? You didn’t mention you were an artist the other night.”
