Chapter 4Ryan arrived promptly at three for the second sitting. Harley was in his studio doing some work on another canvas when Maria showed the model up. When Ryan came through the door, Harley smiled and put his paintbrush down to wipe his hands on a rag.
Ryan looked stunning again. He wore those battered shoes and worn jeans, with a red, equally faded T-shirt. He was shaved glass-smooth, a small nick evident on his throat so Harley’s eyes were drawn to it magnetically. Ryan’s hair looked shorter than it had been yesterday, closely cropped so his ocean blue eyes, fringed by lush black lashes, appeared enormous. He smiled hesitantly, and Harley caught himself as he realized he was staring.
He didn’t offer his hand because it was suddenly damp. He moved to a bottle of mineral water on th
