“Are you planning on working on the painting today?” Conley asked Monday morning when he joined Brian in the solarium.
Brian was torn on how to reply. He wanted to say he was, but since their hike, they’d been spending his days off doing things together. “I intended to, but it can wait,” he replied. “Did you have something in mind?”
“Yep. There’s a new show at the art museum that sounds interesting and right up your alley, I think.”
“Oh? How so?”
“Rembrandt: Painter as Printmaker.”
“You’re on.”
“Then move it. They open at ten.”
“Damn. Pushy much?” Brian laughed when Conley nodded and pointed to the door. “Can I at least change clothes?” Since he was wearing worn jeans and a shirt that had seen better days—which was why he’d chosen them to paint in—it was a logical question.
“Yep. I
