"I CAN ACTUALLY feel the love," Dimitri praised, looking over the painting Paige had done of her and Ian in the meadow. "Haunting and sad," were his next words to describe the dark hall scene. He turned to her, his jet-black ponytail whipping around, draping over one thin shoulder. He didn't look anything like Paige had expected him to. Driving up in a pint-sized Spyder and donning a turquoise and silver eagle feather earring that dangled down to his jaw, he was a far cry from the polished suit-and-tie man she had imagined while they'd talked on the phone yesterday.
He was enthusiastic, radiating more energy than a power transformer. And he was enthusiastic about her work.
"Where have you been hiding yourself?" He looked over the portrait of Ian. "Why did you wait so long to call me? You
