5
A Midnight Clear
I woke the next morning with Connor’s revelations still rattling around in my head, but because he was acting almost studiously normal, I decided I had better let it go. If he wanted to tell me more, he could. That was his decision, though. I wouldn’t be the one to force it.
Because it was Christmas Eve day, I sort of thought maybe he’d close the gallery early, but I thought wrong. When I asked, he gave me his trademark raised eyebrow and said, “No, I’ll close at five. Gotta catch all those last-minute desperate men buying things for their wives.”
“I wasn’t aware paintings and sculptures were such a hot item with procrastinators.”
He grinned and shook his head. “They aren’t, but we also sell jewelry from local artisans, and that is the sort of stuff that tends to fl
