That hint that Paisley gave her made sense when she rounded the corner; Avery sat waiting on her porch. The black jeans stretched across her ass paired with the leather jacket pulled Ren’s attention. The rate of her heart quickened at the sight of the short spiked hair framing the angelic face that brightened when Avery’s attention drew up from the book in her hand.
“And what do I owe for this surprise visit?” Ren said as she stepped in front of her.
Avery’s innocence still tugged at her heart when this cute creature shoved her hands in her pockets and looked upward through her bangs that covered part of her eyes. “I wanted to see you again.”
While last week was very much on her mind, this wasn’t a good time. There was a ton of paperwork left to do. Especially now that two more artists pulled their work from the upcoming year’s event roster. They kept everything professional at work, which was perfect for Ren. Avery arrived unannounced at her doorstep on a day when she needed to crunch numbers and find at least two new artists to cover the new vacancies in next year’s exhibition calendar.
“I wish you would have called first,” Ren said, but then she recognized the disappointment in Avery’s eyes if this was some sort of kiss-off. That was the last thing she wanted Avery to think, because she wanted her there, too. Every day. All day. “But since you’re here, come inside. I have some work to do. Gallery work, to be exact.”
Ren stepped up the front steps, passing Avery, and opened the front door. She held it open for her.
“Well, I guess that is a good thing, because I came here to talk to you about the gallery. More to show you something.” Avery walked in and paused in the lower-level foyer.
This piqued Ren’s intrigue. “What is it you want to show me?”
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