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Edinburgh, Scotland
I looked upon the piece of art and wondered what the heck I was looking at To me it was just a bunch of lines and squares in different colours with so here and there It looked faht I had a picture Cole had drawn me when he was three years old tucked away soh I doubted I could expect anyone to pay three hundred and seventy-five pounds for Cole’s drawing I also doubted the sanity of anyone ould pay three hundred and seventy-five pounds for the piece of canvas that looked like it had been sitting next to a railway at the exact time a train full of paint careened off the rails and crashed
However, chancing a glance around allery liked the artwork Maybe I wasn’t set it In an effort to appear more sophisticated for my boyfriend’s sake, I adopted a pensive expression and moved on to the next canvas
‘Uet it,’ a low, husky voice announced beside me I would have known that voice anywhere Its American-accented words were disturbed here and there by a lilt, or the sharper consonants of a brogue, all a consequence of its owner having lived in Scotland for almost six years
Relief flooded aze of , I s, ballsy Airl who tended bar with me at a pretty swank place called Club 39 It was a basement bar on one of the city centre’stogether for five years now
Kitted out in a designer black dress and Louboutins, ed friend looked hot So did her boyfriend, Braden Car possessively on her lower back, Braden exuded confidence Drool-worthy, he was the kind of boyfriend I’d been searching for, for years, and if I didn’t love Joss so , I would have traet to him Braden was almost six and a half feet tall, which was ideal for so five foot ten – that ht heels Joss’s boyfriend also happened to be sexy, rich, and funny And he loved Joss to distraction They’d been together for al
‘You look a her curves Unlikewith hips and an ass that wouldn’t quit ‘Thank you soBoth of you’
‘Well, you owe lanced around at all the other paintings ‘I’ if the artist asks me what I think’
Braden gave her waist a squeeze and smiled down at her ‘Well, if the artist is as pretentious as her art, why lie when you can be brutally honest?’
Joss grinned back at him ‘That’s true’
‘No,’ I interjected, knowing that if I let her she would do just that ‘Becca is Malcolhes on her ass and it’s ets kicked to the kerb’