going through it. Just think of the exposure your work would get.”
Langquest Art Gallery was highly reputable, and the show Tom had done with them
had been a sell-out. But to have Maggie go on his behalf to seek out
representation, that was too much.
makes you think I want or need to sell my pieces in his gallery?”
the impression you could use a little financial help at the moment.” The
sympathetic look in her eyes made him squirm. No bloody way did he want her
wasting any sympathy on him.
my professional life, at least, is doing fine. You don’t have to fix it for
me.” Which was the honest, if optimistic, truth. Business was passably good. It
could always be better, but it wasn’t on life support yet, and he sure didn’t
need Maggie out there drumming up customers for him.
interfering and you didn’t ask for help, but,” she hurried on, gaining speed as
she went, “I spoke to this man with the best of intentions. You have lawyer
fees and counseling fees, and heaven only knows what else with this court case.
They can start to add up—”
hurt.” He folded his arms across his chest. He had no intention of discussing
the precariousness of his financial situation with Maggie. “This conversation
“Not if I keep talking, it isn’t.”
appreciate her interference. She met his accusing gaze without flinching.
an uncomfortably long stare-down.
those long slender, talon-tipped fingers curling themselves around his,
distracting him with their touch. Then she started yapping again, effectively
killing the moment.
think you even believe it yourself, but you’re not invincible. You can use a
helping hand once in a while.”
her, pacing off his frustration. “Contrary to what you believe, I’m not a
charity case requiring someone to rescue me. I’ve always maintained if you’re
looking for a helping hand, check the end of your own wrist first. I don’t need
stop, returning his impatient glare with an impressively irate one of her own.
“It’s not pity, damn it. And it’s not charity. It’s a practical solution to
your financial situation. Excuse me for caring.” Both arms flew into the air.
“Excuse me for trying to help you out. For going out of my way to come up with
some creative ideas to increase your income. This is a winning proposition for
you, one that can pay dividends for years to come. Why are you so stubbornly
temper that he didn’t have a reasonable comeback. “Please, just shut up
of exasperation than amusement. “You really can’t, can you?”
contained a pout, but her expression remained fierce.
how maddening you can be, Maggie Lapage?”
retreat. She stood her ground in front of him and poked a finger into his
chest. “And you’re the most pig-headed man I’ve ever met.”
pissed off, it wasn’t hard to let the smile stretch into a smirk. She looked so
damn exasperated, and for some perverse reason he found it amusing.
away from him, flailing her arms in the air again. “Why can’t you see my
intentions were good?”
heard about the road to hell?”
them out slowly.
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