Country Girl, City Lights by Giselle Renarde

Author:Giselle Renarde
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: magical realism romance, country mouse city mouse romance, BBW romance, handsome young artist, romance set in art gallery, rubenesque romance, finding love in the city, entering a painting, urban fantasy, country girl in the big city
Publisher: Giselle Renarde
Published: 2020-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

HE LOOKED SO REFINED, in a white shirt and grey slacks.

The city had been good to him.

Her feet were cement blocks. She tried running to him, but they dragged on the wooden floor.

“Matt!”

Why couldn’t she move faster? This was ridiculous.

He turned as she approached.

The first thing she noticed was the granola bar in his hand.

The second thing she noticed was that it wasn’t Matt.

Not even close.

Sure, this guy was around the same height, but his hair was orange and his features looked nothing like Matt’s.

Her heart stopped.

She felt even more embarrassed than when Matt Zhang caught her napping.

Sheepishly, she told the man, “No food in the gallery, please,” and slunk back to the red room.

Falling into her chair, she buried her head in her hands. She might even have cried if a couple of tourists hadn’t been there discussing Venus and her naked babies.

Why would she have thought it could be Matt? What would he be doing with a school group, anyway? As much as she loved him, she knew he wasn’t “teacher” material. He’d have to be chaperoning his own kids, and he didn’t have any.

Did he?

Well, there was no way he could have school-aged kids.

Could he?

Curious as she’d been about “the girl back east,” she’d never asked after her. Some things were best left a mystery. Rumours abounded, of course, but it’s hard to extract the pure stuff from the sludge.

As children’s voices bounced off the rafters, Delia tried to do the math. They’d been together a few years after her initial two years of waiting for him. Before he came to town, he bounced around quite a bit. He’d cut through Quebec because he didn’t speak French. Montreal was too snooty for him. Ottawa was too serious. He felt like the police were always on his tail. He cut across the top of the province, but he felt like people suspected him of no good when he passed through small towns. Sudbury suited him, and he even made friends there, but there were too many places to lose his money.

Ultimately, that’s how he ended up with his grandma in Port Canatangua: he ran out of money.

How was he making money now?

After kissing Jacob—but not for real—and seeing Matt—but realizing it wasn’t him—the rest of her shift was a letdown. She stared at her favourite rococo painting until lunch, and then switched off to the east wing where they housed Canadian art. The Inuit carvings were pretty cool. She liked the mythological ones. She read every one of the legends printed on the cards beside the little statues, and felt smarter for it.

When it was time to go, she contemplated changing into her jeans and low-cut blouse, fixing her hair, touching up her lipstick... but what difference would it make? She wasn’t going to find Matt between work and home. Her feet were too tired from standing all afternoon to scour the city, so she left the gallery in her security uniform.

She didn’t get very far.

“Delia.”

Her name

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