Paige looked at the woman who looked back for a second before looking away confused. “Aren’t you going to talk to her?” Cade asked and she turned to him and shook her head. “Why not?”
“I am not prepared for this, at all. If you had told me I would have dressed better. Sorted out my questions. Done something to prepare.” She was hyperventilating.
“I thought artists were all about creativity. You can wing it.” He held her hand and against her soft protesting, he led her toward the woman who was now looking at a modern painting. “Hello, Lorraine Mack?” He asked and she turned to him with a small nod.
“You are?” She asked in a sing-song voice.
“I am Kincaid Martinez and this is my friend Paige Miller. She is a big fan.” He said and looked at Paige who was staring at Lorraine in adoration.
