A Reckless Note (Brilliance Trilogy #1) - Lisa Renee Jones Page 0,17
beside our table and sets our coffees and cookies down. She’s in a long pink dress and I hadn’t realized how petite she is, maybe a whole five feet at the most and a hundred pounds soaking wet. “Have you tasted our cookies before, dear?”
“I have not had the pleasure,” I say. “But I’m looking forward to it.”
“This is Aria, Jenny,” Kace introduces me. “She runs a rare collectibles business.”
Interest, genuine interest, lights her features. “Oh really. What kind of collectibles?”
“Pretty much anything you might want,” I say. “Wine. Books. Ancient objects.”
“You must see a lot of interesting pieces of history,” she comments. “I love history.”
“As do I,” I say, “which was a big part of what drew me to this business.”
“I’d love to chat about some of the things you’ve seen. You get Kace to bring you to the house one evening.”
Someone calls out, “Jenny! Jerry’s on the phone!”
She groans. “Can you find me a new husband? One with a better back?”
I laugh. “I think you should just give him some Advil and keep him.”
She scowls. “You are no help. Eat the cookies and take care of this one here.” She squeezes Kace’s shoulder. “He’s my boy.”
Warmth washes over Kace’s expression. He loves this woman and this tiny look into his life is unexpected in all kinds of ways. He’s a genius, a prodigal violinist, and yet he’s so down to earth, so human. So complicated. I sense that, too. There are many layers to this man, and I’m not sure he really invited me to see them at all. I just don’t know what this is between us. I’m not sure what I want to be happening between us.
Jenny hurries away and Kace opens the box of cookies. “Okay. Life is too short for you to never have had these cookies.” He displays the goodies. “How does the icing stack up?”
I grin. “Considering they are overflowing with icing, I approve.”
“Dig in, then,” he encourages.
I smile and find myself remarkably comfortable reaching for a big fat cookie, which is surprising considering I’m about to stuff my face in front of perhaps the most interesting man I’ve ever met. “I can’t wait.” I take a bite, and the soft, sweet, yummiest cookie I’ve ever had is an instant delight, while icing smears all over me. I laugh and he hands me a napkin, our fingers brushing with sizzling results, his expression warm now for me, too.
“Well?” he prods.
“Wonderful. Too wonderful. Thank God I don’t live over here. I’d be in trouble.”
His expression is still warm. I’ve pleased him. He likes that I like the cookies, and this pleases me. He snags one for himself and takes a big bite, icing smudging his face now. It’s my turn to hand him a napkin. “Thank you,” he says.
“Ah. You have manners, too.”
“Hmm. I guess I do.” He winks.
My stomach flutters and I’m afraid I’m too transparent in my reactions to this man. I test my coffee and it’s perfect. “Even the white mocha is wonderful.”
“Everything here is.” He finishes off a cookie. “I gather from our first encounter that you’re new to Riptide. Is your business new to the city?”
“We’ve been around for five years,” I say, offering an answer as truthful as possible, “but auction houses take a commission I prefer to avoid. I’m coming around, though. I’m starting to feel like I can make this work.” I use this door he’s opened to slide right into the topic I’d missed talking about with him last night. “Do you happen to know a Sofia, Kace?”
His brow furrows. “Doesn’t ring a bell. Why?”
“My brother and I work together and she’s the one who tipped him off about the auction at Riptide, but he’s traveling and not communicating well. I was hoping to pick her brain about the instrument.”
“She doesn’t sound familiar, and as for the instrument, Mark won’t even let me look at the damn thing. Not even after I agreed to do a show with Chris Merit at the VIP event itself. Bastard.”
I laugh. “He does seem like a hard-ass but aside from that obvious statement, I heard about your performance from Crystal today. I’m excited to be there.”
He arches a brow. “So you won over the hard-ass, did you?”
“More like I won over Crystal. Maybe. I’m not sure. I might have won over Mark before Crystal. Either way, I like Crystal quite a lot. Thank you for the tip.”
He inclines his chin ever so slightly, studying me intensely again