And they did—eating dinner together every night for the next week as they got to know each other better. Neither man was demonstrative, so their physical contacts consisted of brief touches of hands, or an arm around the shoulders when they walked to and from a pub or bar that served late-night food.
Then it was Thursday, and Gideon had to return home. Although he’d spent each day—while Cole was at the gallery—dealing with business concerns via phone, email, or online conferences, it didn’t take the place of his being back in New York, doing things hands-on.
Cole took off from work that afternoon, leaving the gallery in the able hands of James and the second clerk, Bertram. Bert was older and retired. He was also quite knowledgeable about Native American art and artifacts, thus willing t
