1022 Evergreen Place

Will frowned. Saying Larry was a genius was going overboard in his opinion. Maybe Shirley thought too highly of the man. Nevertheless, Will was determined to make this an evening she’d long remember. The dinner he’d arranged for afterward was guaranteed to impress her.



“He’s worked in almost every medium,” she said, and seemed unable to keep her admiration at bay. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as versatile as Larry. Well, actually, we haven’t met, not officially, but I’m familiar with his work and I almost feel I know him through you. It’s such a privilege to finally meet him.”



Will was growing tired of this. “I’ve known Larry for years. We met in Atlanta in ’96, at the unveiling of a painting he did for the Olympics,” Will said, bringing the conversation back to himself. He’d been involved in organizing the cocktail party and subsequent press. Truthfully, Georgia had done much of the work, but she preferred to remain in the background, whereas Will enjoyed the limelight.



Shirley nodded. “Were you aware Larry used to do cover art?”



“Cover art?”



“For novels.”



Will hadn’t known about that part of Larry’s portfolio. “Really?”



“At one time he illustrated children’s books, too.”



He arched his eyebrows in a show of surprise. “He doesn’t anymore, does he?”



“No. He’s priced himself out of that market and probably the commercial art market, as well.”



Will murmured something noncommittal.



“I’m so thrilled to have this opportunity to meet him,” Shirley said, sounding more animated than he’d ever heard her.



Will crossed his legs and suspected now might be a good time to reinforce the fact that her entrée to the great Larry Knight was due to him. “Like I said earlier, we’re old friends.” He didn’t mention that the artist had lost his wife five years before, because it gave Larry and Shirley a common bond, which didn’t do anything to set his mind at ease.



“Oh, I know,” she said reverently.



He nodded, basking in her appreciation.



“If I wasn’t for you and Larry, Shaw would probably still be working at Mocha Mama’s.”



Some of his tension ebbed. Shirley understood; he hadn’t invited her so she could fawn over Larry Knight. She was his date.



The Seattle Art Museum was already crowded when they arrived. The walk from the ferry dock up to First Avenue had been exhilarating. It was a beautiful spring night, and the “glitterati” were out in force. Will felt he and Shirley blended perfectly with the rich and cultured art lovers making their way to the event. The tickets hadn’t been cheap, and Will hoped Shirley appreciated that he’d put down serious money for this opportunity. He’d also made dinner reservations at an expensive restaurant.



When they entered the gallery, Larry was standing with a group of people, all chatting and drinking a variety of high-end wines, if the bottles on display were any indication. Larry was a tall man, two or three inches over six feet. He wasn’t big or muscular but he had a commanding presence. These days he sported a neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard and tonight he wore a Western-style jacket. His hair, a bit too long by Will’s standards, was combed back from his forehead.



“Come on. I’ll introduce you,” he said, steering Shirley in Larry’s direction. Knowing how many people Larry met, Will hoped there wouldn’t be an awkward moment before he recognized him.



He waited politely until Larry was free, then stepped forward. “Larry, I’d like to introduce my friend, Shirley Bliss.”



“Will Jefferson.” Larry shook hands with him. “Wonderful to see you again.”



“You, too,” Will told the other man, hoping his relief wasn’t evident.



Next, Larry turned to Shirley and extended his hand. “Shirley Bliss,” he repeated slowly. “I recognize the name. You’re an artist?”



Shirley blushed profusely and seemed too tongue-tied to answer.



“Shirley is a fabric artist from Cedar Cove,” Will said.



“Shirley Bliss,” Larry said, as if the name had suddenly clicked in his mind. “Of course. I’ve seen your work.”



“You have?” Shirley seemed stunned by this revelation.



“Yes. Will here sent me a photograph of his gallery, and I had an excellent view of the dragon, which he said is currently on display. An incredible piece.”



“Why…thank you. That’s one of the biggest compliments of my career.”



“Red wine or white?” Will asked brusquely.



Shirley glanced at him. “Red, please.”



“While Will’s getting your wine, allow me to show you one of my own pieces.”



“I’d be honored.”



Will scowled as Larry led Shirley away, one hand under her elbow. He didn’t quite know how things had gotten so quickly out of control. He sensed an instant rapport between Larry and Shirley, and it worried him.



Will located a waiter and obtained two glasses of red wine. When he rejoined Shirley and Larry and handed her the cabernet, she regarded it blankly for a second, then thanked him.



“We’ve dominated too much of your time,” Will said abruptly, prepared to usher Shirley to the opposite side of the room.



“We have,” Shirley agreed with obvious reluctance. “I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed speaking with you, Larry. Thank you again.”



“No, thank you.” Larry bowed his head slightly and held her gaze a moment longer than necessary.



“Shall we look around?” Will suggested.



“That would be lovely,” she said breathlessly.



Will drew her away from Larry but saw how Shirley’s eyes followed the other man as he strolled about the room, greeting his guests and chatting with them.



As they surveyed the paintings, Will had to appreciate Larry Knight’s talent—although he wasn’t the least bit inclined to appreciate the attention Larry had paid to his date.



Each canvas seemed to mesmerize Shirley. “His use of color and shadow is awe-inspiring,” she said at least a dozen times.



Will knew Larry’s work sold for six figures and up. At those prices they should inspire awe.



An hour later, the room started to clear. Will was about to suggest they leave when Larry unexpectedly sought them out.



Shirley’s eyes lit up as he approached. “Do you two have dinner plans?” he asked.



“We do,” Will said, not giving Shirley an opportunity to answer.



“That’s a shame,” Larry said. “I’d like it if you could join me at a private supper this evening. I fly out early in the morning. It’ll be my agent, the exhibit’s curator, a few other people and me. We’re getting together at a club not far from here.”



“Unfortunately, we can’t,” Will said, trying to sound genuinely sorry.



Shirley shot him a pleading glance. “Can’t we change our plans?”



“Unfortunately, no. I’ve made dinner reservations.”



“Oh.” She was obviously none too happy.



Will locked eyes with the other man, warning him to butt out. Shirley was his date and Larry was treading on his territory.



“Another time, then,” Larry said smoothly.



“Another time,” Will echoed. He clasped Shirley’s elbow as he led her toward the exit.



Once outside, he half expected Shirley to argue, but she accepted his unwillingness to share her company. Her attitude soothed his ruffled ego. It was bad enough that Shirley had hung on every word Larry Knight uttered.



Will had made reservations at the best steak house in Seattle and preordered a bottle of expensive wine. He was surprised to learn that Shirley wasn’t fond of red meat. Maybe he didn’t know her as well as he’d thought….



She was subdued on the ride back to Bremerton. When the ferry docked he insisted on walking her to the parking garage, where she’d left her car.



“Thank you,” she said as they reached her vehicle. “I had such a nice time.”



“I enjoyed myself, too,” he said, hoping to emphasize that the evening wouldn’t have been half as pleasurable without her.



“Meeting Larry was definitely a highlight.”



“I’m glad I could make that happen for you.” Will hated to be so blatant; still, he wanted Shirley to acknowledge his role in presenting her with that “highlight.”



“He lost his wife, you know.”



“Yes, I know.” So Larry had told her he was a widower. Too bad, since Will had made a point of not mentioning it….



“Five years ago. She had a heart ailment. Apparently she’d been born with it but they didn’t find out until it was too late.”



“Tragic,” he said. Those were details he hadn’t known. Obviously the two of them hadn’t been discussing artistic techniques in the few minutes it had taken him to get the wine. Shirley had probably revealed that she was a widow, too.



“Yes,” she murmured, searching inside her purse for her car keys.



“How about a nightcap?”



Shirley smiled and shook her head. “No, thanks.”



Will hadn’t thought she’d agree, but he’d felt he should ask.



She’d started to open her car door when Will gently placed his hand on her shoulder. After everything he’d invested in making this evening a success, he’d appreciate a kiss.



But Shirley turned her face and pressed her lips to his cheek. “Thank you again for a lovely, lovely evening.”



He stepped aside as she climbed into her car, backed out of the space and drove away.



Will felt an odd mixture of emotions as he walked toward the lot where he’d left his own car. For the past year he’d lived a restrained and modest life. Practically like a saint, if he said so himself. Or a monk. It hadn’t been easy, either. There’d been more than one opportunity to connect with a beautiful woman, to spend a night or a week with her, no questions asked.



But the whole point of moving to Cedar Cove was to make positive changes in his life, to break old patterns. He wanted a lasting relationship and he wanted it with Shirley Bliss. Not only was she talented, intelligent, classy, but he found her extremely attractive.



What he hadn’t considered was the fact that she might not find him attractive. That thought did more than sting; it was a hard blow to his ego. He recognized that Shirley was strongly attracted to Larry Knight, although he doubted a romance between them would go anywhere. Larry’s travel and engagement schedule would make maintaining a relationship next to impossible.



That left room for Will….



As he drove back to Cedar Cove, his mind was whirring with ideas on how to pursue the reluctant Shirley Bliss. So far, he’d failed; that was because he’d been too eager, he decided. A bit of circumspection would go a long way. Playing hard to get was a classic strategy, as every high school kid knew.



He’d wait at least a week before contacting Shirley again. If another one of her pieces happened to sell, great, but he’d mail her a check at the end of the month, like he did for everyone else. No more personal phone calls or special deliveries.