Chapter Twelve
A week later, Liza and Evan were still sleeping together regularly, and getting along well enough to consider the proposal of marriage a fixed thing. The punishments kept coming, but then so did the erotic flights of bliss.
Into that tenuous bliss on a sunny afternoon, Nathan Hawke strode into the gallery like a thunderbolt. Since Liza’s escapade with him, Evan had not seen the man, and to his knowledge, neither had Liza.
Nathan shocked Evan with his brusque presence, more than he ever had. A chill ran down his spine, he wasn’t certain whether he was glad or not for the visit. Of course, if it meant money, he could tolerate the beast. If not, he wished he’d leave him, the gallery and Liza alone.
“Is Liza here?” Nathan asked, as he watched Evan putting up the last of a ne
