CHAPTER 37
For the next few days I didn't think about Eduardo Matteo at all. I wish I'd known it was the calm before the storm.
Blissfully unaware, I had spent the week crossing items off my to-do list. I completed two art classes, took a client to final hearing, gave Herb a progress report, and prepared for the Vizcaya gala. Herb had sent me a list of people to meet at the gala, the hotshots of the art world, as he put it, and I memorized their bios. It was my first official duty as Trustee and I didn't want to screw it up. I was looking forward to a fun evening with Grace but hated losing a Saturday night with Kip, we hardly saw each other as it was. During the week, if he was home he was asleep. It was like living with a hibernating bear.
We still had Saturday morning together so Kip
