Chapter 5
“I’m just standing there holding up the line,” he said, feeling bad for his attempt at humor when her face fell. “Sorry, yeah, I am getting coffee. Two cups. One black, one white with sugar, thanks.”
“There you go, sir.” Her tone was brisk and polite now. He didn’t bother to tell her she was completely barking up the wrong tree. He glanced at Rusty. Shit, he’d been so rude to him, and although Rusty seemed to have accepted his apology, some groveling or at least an explanation was in order.
His phone rang as he maneuvered his way through the crowd to their table. He quickly set the coffee down, sloshing some onto the saucers, and grabbed the phone from his pocket.
“Mr. Dunn?” The voice on the other end didn’t sound familiar, and he checked the number, breathing a sigh of relief when he realized it was the gallery.