HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

“Not yet,” he whispered.

At one million four hundred thousand, the Texas collector hesitated.

Sloane reached toward the paddle in front of Julian.

He stopped her.

Then he turned toward me.

My paddle rested beside my untouched champagne.

“Vivian won’t use hers.”

He took it.

No permission.

No apology.

He placed it in Sloane’s hand.

Something cold moved through continue reading …