CHAPTER 5
I DITHERED AROUND packing up until Delores gave Joe his sheet back. Before she handed it over, she hesitated for a few seconds, just out of reach, and her gaze dropped down to his package. Ever the professional, he kept his eyes fixed elsewhere rather than blushing like any normal person. Once he’d wrapped the sheet around his waist and disappeared, I stored my still-damp painting in the rack to dry until next week, then stowed my paints and brushes.
Two weeks left.
Marie gave me a quick hug before she dashed off to catch the Tube. “Andy promised me the goods if I got home quickly, and after that session, I need whatever he’s offering.”
“Too much information.”
She took a step back, holding me at arm’s length, and shook her head. “Really? No. Too much information would be if
