Chapter 5
The gallery was a third full when Fess sought out Natalie to make his goodbyes. He found her away from the rest of the guests, sitting in the manager’s office with her feet propped up in her girlfriend Maren’s lap so Maren could rub them.
“I am never letting you talk me into wearing those shoes again,” she was complaining. “They’re torture devices.”
“They’re adorable,” Maren said. “You looked great in them.”
“I am never going to walk again.”
“You have to,” Fess chimed in from the doorway. “At least all the way to the bank to take care of all your sales tonight.”
Lifting her head off the couch’s armrest, Natalie shot him a tired smile. “You, of course, still look like you walked in off the fashion pages.”
“That’s because all he did all night was sit and talk to his date,” M
