Darcy felt his heart thumping loudly and furiously within his chest. His head was pounding at the reminder of their childhood.
Could this tree in the painting be the same tree on St. Joseph Island? But how? No! It must be his imagination. No, he reasoned himself. It was just very alike, that was all, and nothing more.
“Ah, there you are,” Melissa said from a distance. “It’s ready.”
Darcy turned to her then. “That painting, how much is it?”
Melissa blinked, momentarily confused. Then she turned her attention to the painting on the floor resting against the wall. The first thought that came into her mind was, It’s finished?
“How much is it?” he asked again, his eyes intense.
“I’m not sure,” Melissa said uncertainly, taken by surprise by his tense tone of voice. “I’ll have
