Chapter 8

The corner of Calder's mouth curls up in that charming little half smile of his. He spreads his arms wide.

"Make your guess," he says, his eyes gleaming wickedly. "I'll be waiting."

"How do I know you won't change your answer if I guess correctly?"

"You can trust me," he insists.

I'm not sure I can, but this is going too well for me to want to pick a fight. He seems to be enjoying our little game, and I mean to play him for all he's worth.

I continue my stroll down the gallery, scanning the art on either side of me as I pass, looking for anything that jumps out from the others. I'm at a major disadvantage here, that much is certain, but I'm willing to lose this battle if it means ultimately winning the war.

Still, the competitive side of me wants to give it my best shot. I'd really love to see his face when I get it right. My eyes roam over the collection. There are paintings of every style and medium I can imagine, as well as sculptures of clay, wood, metal, even marble.

I stop