As promised, Merrick showed up at the restaurant Wednesday evening to pick up the portrait. After he left, and then later that same night, and for the rest of the week, Ryan debated whether to accept Merrick’s offer.
He was in two minds about it. God only knows I could make use of the space. And the lighting? Real, natural light, instead of the tiny bit I get now, when the sun’s high enough to shine past the building next door. I could get another drawing table, or even a double wide one. And a flat file to store my drawings until I’ve got enough to take around to galleries. At the moment, what he had were carefully stacked on a card table in his present studio. I have enough saved for what I want…almost.
The problem was, despite what Merrick had said, Ryan knew he’d feel like an intrude
