He stopped to study the finger painting she’d stuck on the friggie. “This is … interesting.” “Mavis brought Bella by my office and the kid gave me this, wanted me to put it up. Summerset said this is how it’s done.” “Ah. A bold use of color and texture. Perhaps she’s a budding student of the Pollock school.” “It’s the house.” Eve stepped up, tapped the painting. “And this is me, you, the cat, Summerset.” Roarke looked closer, then stepped back, trying distance. “You see that?” “You don’t?” Then with a laugh, she got the kibble. “The kid explained. Did you know Mavis is performing at the Oscar
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