“You will be,” Merrick assured him, while slipping his arm around Ryan’s waist. “You’re an accomplished artist. Almost as good as Ryan.”
“Said with prejudice,” John replied with a wink before walking away.
“Very much so,” Merrick agreed quietly. He was fuming, although he did his best to hide it. How dare that man touch my Ryan! “Are you ready to leave?” he asked, not allowing his anger to color his question.
“Almost,” Ryan replied. “I should thank Mr. Foster for his hospitality, and for allowing me to be a part of the show.”
“Haven’t you done so already?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t hurt to reinforce how much I appreciate it.” Ryan looked at him, then slipped out of his embrace. “I’ll be right back.”
Merrick watched as he walked away in search of Mr. Foster. Calm down he cautioned himself.
