Vicki's Work of Heart by Rosie Dean

Author:Rosie Dean [Dean, Rosie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Humor & Satire, Humorous, Women's Fiction, Contemporary Women, Contemporary Fiction, General Humor, Humor
ISBN: 9781495403620
Google: MqetoAEACAAJ
Amazon: B00JANU5BC
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2014-04-28T23:00:00+00:00

I’d had a feeling Colette and Daniel would hit it off straight away; what with his impeccable English manners and her irresistible French charm. I was right. You could say her flame fully blazed, fanned as it was by the attention of Daniel Keane. Boy, he was knowledgeable. I confess, art history had never been my strong point. I was an artist. I knew about the painters I liked, because I’d studied them, so I was agog with interest as Daniel trotted out fact after anecdote relating to different painters. He was especially keen on three paintings by a Russian artist I’d never heard of, and whose name now escapes me, who had been a student of the famous artist Briullov – I’d not heard of him, either – but Daniel was clearly thrilled by the find.

‘So much of his work disappeared during the Russian Revolution. I’ve often anticipated discovering such gems in private collections.’

Colette, like me, was hanging on his every word and looked at him wide-eyed. ‘I’m afraid I have no idea where they came from. My father travelled such a lot. I do hope this isn’t a case for Interpol!’ Her warm and husky laugh suggested she wasn’t remotely worried. I’d almost go as far as to say there was a frisson of something decidedly saucy rippling between them but that might just have been paranoia, born out of my realisation that I now fancied the moleskin pants off Daniel. Yes. There was something unquestionably attractive about a man who knows his stuff and shares it without sounding like a pompous prat.

But there I was – again – checking out some man’s mating potential. Would I never focus on the key purpose of my life?

Eventually, Colette turned to me. ‘Vicki, how opportune for you – meeting Daniel. Sometimes, these things are meant to be.’ She caught my hand in hers. ‘Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a Martini.’

‘How lovely,’ I replied, thinking there was a massive benefit to not driving. I should do it more often when I went back to Bristol. Bristol – the home of my birth; the setting for my life story, so far, but…was it to be the backdrop for my future? I glanced at Daniel, who was still peering closely at the Tzatziki, Jetski or whatever the artist’s name was. Let’s face it, so far, Daniel had been an enhancement to my plans. He was like a catalyst – the linseed oil making the pigment of my life flow more smoothly. Okay, so I’d told myself I would concentrate on my painting, and I’d promised not to let a man get in the way but…

We sat in Colette’s salon, sipping Martinis from fabulously kitsch Art Deco glasses – with ruby red stems and gold rims, complete with two olives on red cocktail sticks. Daniel drank only one but I had three – just to be sociable. We were roaring with laughter at a story about Daniel’s old art master, when Christophe walked in.

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