Chapter 7
Darren drove down the street searching out the gallery where Risa worked. He was in Anchorage visiting his parents for the weekend. Though if he was being honest, visiting his parents was a convenient excuse to tell Risa he happened to be in town for the weekend. They’d texted back and forth a few times in the week since she’d been in Diamond Creek. He couldn’t stop thinking about her—her flashing dark eyes and full lips, the brief feel of her curves against his body.
He almost missed the sign for Midnight Sun Arts. He hit the brakes and turned into the parking lot. Striding into the gallery, he found himself looking at Risa’s absolutely delectable bottom as she stood on a stepladder and leaned over to adjust the corner of a painting. A man dressed in a navy suit with silvered
