“Samantha said, tossing a pile of white envelopes onto the kitchen counter. “I’m going to Jake’s for the weekend, so I won’t see you until Monday night. Have a good weekend.”
“Thanks, you too,” Caroline answered, giving Samantha a small wave. Inwardly, she was doing a happy dance. She loved it when she had the apartment to herself for the weekend. And after the stress of the last week, she could use some solitude.
Her publicist told her that the calls had been nonstop about Lance, the ...man who had shown up at the art show looking like the identical twin of the man in her paintings. Her publicist begged her to make some sort of public statement, but Caroline refused. She didn’t see the need for it. She had already told everyone the truth—that the man in her paintings was a figment of her imagination. She had no further comment to make beyond that. No matter what she said, she knew everyone was going to draw their own conclusions about how she knew Lance.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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