After a few minutes, the man had taken down the last painting and started toward the desk in front of the gallery. Then he paused and turned, a thoughtful look on his face.
"I have one more. In the back. She just brought it in two days ago. I didn't have the space to hang it, but I didn't have the heart to tell her no. Not when I'd already told her I wouldn't be able to take anything else until I sold something."
"I want it too," Ash clipped out.
"Sight unseen?"
Ash nodded. "If she did it, I want it. I want every piece of hers you have."
The man's expression brightened. "Well, then. Perfect. She'll be thrilled! I can't wait to tell her."
Ash held up his hand, halting the man before he went to the back to retrieve the painting.
