Samantha
“Shawn, I can’t believe you got me this,” Lia said to him.
“Just what she needs, another paintbrush,” a man named Owen said. I was shocked to see he was with a man. I had no idea MC clubs were this open. I really need to educate myself.
“It’s a Jackson Pollock paintbrush, one he used. Cam, I need a case with a glass front and a little golden plaque that has his name on it.”
“Alright, Sunshine.”
A huge gasp came from Owen.
“Oh my God!” He screeched. “Tell me these are the real ones. Shawn, tell me!”
“They’re the real ones, Uncle Owen. She wore them during the movie. You can see the scuff marks where she clicked her heels together. They are one of three sets.”
“Oh, dear boy. You are my favorite.”
There was a chorus of heys that had me giggling.
The club door opene
