Dirty Little Secret: The Damaged Series - Book One by Shayne McClendon

Author:Shayne McClendon [McClendon, Shayne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Always the Good Girl LLC
Published: 2019-09-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Jared was fascinated at the way things fell together sometimes. He’d just returned from - yet another - date that didn’t inspire him in the slightest. Locking up the house, he was surprised to get a text from his friend and old teammate.

Call me when you get this.

Big Country had recently retired from his career with the NFL. A simple man with simple tastes, he loved the crazy-silly woman in his life to distraction and moved back to her hometown of Boulder so she could be closer to her older sister who was fighting cancer.

His mother-in-law was the queen of crafts. For Jared’s birthday, Ms. Tara created a shadow box of his football memories from keepsakes Big had hauled around with him for years. He was a sentimental bastard.

Sissy adored art because of her mom and often persuaded her malleable husband to take her to local exhibits where she added to their eclectic collection. His quiet agony made for excellent stories when all the friends got together for a visit. Jared was convinced Big secretly loved art but was too shy to admit it.

Jared called him. “You sent the bat signal?”

“Listen, man. It’s important. We went to an invitation only opening last night for Ken Jacobs…”

“Another art show? You’re a glutton for punishment…”

“Dude. Shut up and hear me out.” Jared heard the big man inhale deeply on the other end of the line. “The photographer is reclusive but his work is getting well known. He didn’t show last night.”

“To his own exhibit? Is that usual?”

“Every piece sold anyway. The gallery owner was really strange when we asked questions about the photographer. Sissy wanted to meet the guy, you know? It’s weird because Caroline - that’s Tara’s boss - she’s always got a million stories about the artists she features.”

“Big...man, is there a point?”

“I’m getting there, dude. Okay, so there was this one canvas that caught my eye.” On the other end of the line, Big cleared his throat. “A couple having sex. No way it was staged. No fucking way. The thing is, it was familiar. Like something I saw in a movie or a dream.”

There was a tingling on the back of Jared’s neck. Gripping his phone tightly, he waited.

“You can’t see the faces of the models but it was like déjà vu.” There was rustling in the background. “I bought the fucking thing, dude. I’m at the gallery. They’re packing it. Want me to send it by courier?”

“Did you take a pic with your phone?”

“Damn it, no. I didn’t even think to do that. I’m sorry.” He covered the phone and talked to someone. “Hey, it can be there first thing in the morning.”

“The artist never showed?”

“Not even a pass through. We’ve been to several of Caroline’s exhibits and always end up taking at least one thing home. Sissy has a great eye.” His voice lowered. “I’m telling you, I’ve never seen Caroline so tight-lipped about one of her artists.”

“Is it her, Big? Do you think it’s Kendall?”

“Man, the room, the models, all of it…if it’s not her, then someone has her shit.

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