CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
“What’s this?” Brandon stood from the stool in Kaya’s studio when she brought in red wine and glasses. “Celebrating getting into a New York gallery?” He rubbed his hands together. “You deserve it.”
“I’m celebrating something else.” She scooted the paints aside and set the wine and glasses on the table. “You.”
“Me?” He did a slow, sexy walk toward her. “I’ve done nothing.”
She filled the glasses with wine and handed him one. “It’s because of you I could even start the Jakande painting. You give me hope and confidence.”
“Kaya.” He tilted his head, raising the glass. “I’m not taking credit for any of that. You were a talented artist before you met me.”
“You still don’t get it?” She stared into his eyes. “Brandon, you make everything clear. You give me purpose beyond
