Page 55 of Perfect Together
And when she homed in on an artist and piece she wanted, she headed straight past Nicole’s food booth, barely waving at her friend.
Although Tyler knew he should stop and talk to Nicole, gauge her mood, and hope maybe she was having trouble with Sam, he focused on Macy. She was talking to the young man who’d painted the beautiful panorama of a small town at the base of a mountain range; he was caught up in Macy’s enthusiasm and excitement.
She’d asked about the price when he caught sight of two men he recognized. Both blond, dressed casually so they would blend in with the casual tourists, but Tyler knew better. He’d met both men when they came to his Manhattan office to meet with his father. Tyler had sat in on the discussion as they were new clients, and he always tried to be aware of their investors.
On the surface, both men, LA art dealers, weren’t out of place at an art show, where they routinely discovered new talent. If he were to dig deeper, he knew that there were thousands of similar shows across the country and even in the Northeast each weekend, and it was no coincidence they’d chosen the innocuous town of Serendipity at the same time both he and Nicole were here. If Tyler had to guess, his father had gotten tired of waiting and made a preemptive move by alerting them to possible trouble with Nicole.
Tyler tried not to panic, but he knew he had to alert Nicole to potential danger.
“Tyler, what do you think of the price?” Macy asked him. “It’s too steep for me, but do you think we can get him down?” she asked in a hushed voice.
Shit. He hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation. “How much did he say?”
She frowned at him and pulled him aside. “He started at two hundred. I can splurge at one fifty. I want to hang it in the hall when you walk into my place. What do you think?”
He wasn’t focusing, that was for sure. “Not too bad,” he said, thinking off the top of his head.
He turned back toward Nicole’s booth only to find she was gone. A look at where the men were standing told him they’d disappeared as well.
With a muttered curse, he grasped Macy’s shoulders in both hands. “I have an emergency. Don’t do anything until I get back.”
Her gaze shot from him to where Nicole had been, and the light in her eyes dimmed. “Sure. Go on.”
Heart in his throat, he left Macy and went in search of Nicole.
Chapter Ten
Sam scanned thebooths at the art fair, looking for Nicole. Of course, this being Serendipity, he didn’t get far before someone in his family stopped him.
“I didn’t think you liked art!” Erin nudged him with her hip.
He glanced over to find her holding his niece, dressed in a pink frilly tank top dress and a floppy hat to protect her fair skin from the sun.
He smiled and held out his hands. “Come to your uncle, baby girl.”
Erin handed him her bundle and Sam settled his niece in his arms. “Did you miss your uncle Sam?” he asked, kissing her soft cheek.
He was rewarded with a baby gurgle and blowing bubbles.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He shifted Angel in his arms. “So where’s your other half?” he asked his sister.
She frowned. “Cole’s away for the weekend. An important job,” she said. “He tries to assign the out-of-town security installations, but sometimes they request him.”
He caught the hint of wistfulness in her tone. “Can I take you for dinner?” he asked. “Help pass the time?”
She squeezed his arm. “You’re a good brother. But Sunday will be here soon enough. I don’t want to put a crimp into your social life.”
He rolled his eyes. “I always have time for you. And if I didn’t, I’d make time.”
Erin smiled. “I’m fine. Go find Nicole.”
“How do you know that’s who I’m here for?”
Erin merely stared at him, holding out her arms. “Who else would bring you to an art show?”
With his cheeks burning at being so obvious, Sam placed his niece back in her mother’s arms. “Have you seen her?” he asked.
Erin nodded. “Her booth is at the far end of the street.” She pointed farther down than he’d gotten so far.