Chapter 140

He returns it easily, his steel-blue gaze glinting. “I was nearby and thought I’d pop in. See what you have on display. Just bought a place and I’m in the process of furnishing it.”

I assess him. Expensive clothes, perfectly trimmed dark hair, and parked out front is a car that must be his. A black-on-black Bentley. Besides that, however, there’s an air of confidence and power rolling off him in waves. Generally, people with a lot of money have a designer do this for them. Unless they’re extremely controlling.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” I ask. “Landscapes, modern, still life?”

“I prefer things that are…” He rolls his hand as if searching for the right word. “Unique. Usually pieces found in private collections,” he says.

Before I can open my mouth to tell him we’re not selling anything privately, my father steps downstairs.

“Mr. Kroos ” he says. “I didn’t expect to see you until tomorrow.”

The man smiles. “I was in the area.”

“Em,” Dad says. “This is Robbert Kroos .