Well, here we go! Erica sighed and opened the front door. A small bell on top tinkled her arrival, and she took a few steps forward. To her right stood several pedestals that featured bronze sculptures and ceramic work. Soon, a gentleman appeared from the back and stretched out a welcoming hand. She blinked. Though tall and attractive, this man was certainly not Nico Sloan. He wore a neat gray suit and silk shirt, his dark hair combed back in a ponytail with just a touch of gray at the sides. He regarded her with mellow brown eyes, shaded by long lashes and dark brows. For a moment, when he smiled, she swore she saw a bit of a Sloan family resemblance.
"Good afternoon, and welcome to the Sloan Gallery. May I help you with something?"
Shaking his hand, she noted the manager's firm, cool
