Chapter 11

“You’re awfully quiet,” Merrick said when they got back to the ground floor.

“I’m thinking about how I can improve the drawing you chose for your mother,” Ryan replied, lying, because there was no way he’d tell Merrick what he’d actually been thinking.

“Now that you have more insight into what makes me tick?” Merrick asked with a slight grin.

Ryan waggled his hand. “A better insight, but far from complete.”

“Then come back again tomorrow, for dinner.”

“I will. Thank you.” As much as he didn’t want it to, his pulse quickened at the idea. “Right now, though, I’d better go home. I’ve taken up too much of your time, already.”

“Do you hear me complaining?”

“Not out loud. Inside your head?” He chuckled, telling Merrick he’d be right back, before going to the dining nook to retrieve his portfolio. He returned with it slung over his shoulder. “I had a very nice time, tonight.”

“I’m glad. So did I. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”