Chapter 12
There was a bubble of empty space around Danielle that Dom entered as confidently as he could. She was glaring at the art display at the far end of the barn, various paintings and collages of apples that were for sale. Only one had the sold sticker next to the title, Rotten. On the canvas maggots crawled over slices of apple on a plate like a horrific old-time still life. Dom suspected Danielle wasn’t even looking at the art.
“You all right?” he asked, and she jerked a little before turning to him. He refused to shy away from her glare.
“What do you want?” she asked, crossing her arms and turning her anger on a painting of a green apple with a face carved into it wearing a tuxedo.
“Thought someone should check on you after that,” said Dom, casual, the concerned and nosy gay
