Blossoms Of Love. J.M. Jeffries
meal. My dad grew up poor and black in Brazil, where there wasn’t a lot of food. If you’re hungry, he’ll feed you.”
“I’ve met your parents,” Greer said. His mother had so much energy she made other people look like they were standing still. “I designed a float for the North Hollywood Businessmen’s Association a couple of years ago. And I designed a float for Carnival in Rio last year that your mom commissioned.” That float had been a lot of fun and had also been the most elaborate one she’d ever designed. Rio was deadly serious about their Mardi Gras celebration.
They spoke awhile about her work on those jobs. Then she couldn’t help asking the question that had been burning in her brain. “Why did you accept my invitation? Were you trying to make Logan jealous?”
“I’m a man,” he said with a grin. “Of course I wanted to make Logan jealous, but that isn’t the number one reason.”
“Before we get to the number one reason, what number was that on your list?”
He thought for a moment, and Greer was amused at the tiny frown that appeared between his eyes. “Number six.”
“And number one is...”
He studied her. “You’re the most intriguing woman I’ve met in years. You’re like a mystery I want to unravel. You were a Rose Queen, and that beats a prom queen or homecoming queen any day. And you design the most beautiful floats.”
She smiled and inclined her head. Her year as Rose Queen had been filled with events that had kept her busy and on display. She’d loved every minute of it, even though her duties took her away from her family for days at a time.
The limo pulled up to the museum’s main entrance and waited behind a line of cars dropping people off. When they finally pulled up to the dropoff spot, Daniel jumped out of the car and helped her out. She draped her shawl around her shoulders, and as they walked up the stairs, he tucked her hand around his arm.
The Norton Simon Museum was alive with light, laughter and music. People congregated in groups as they walked inside. Chamber music came from a three-piece orchestra situated in a corner of the foyer.
Greer loved the museum. As a child, her parents had brought her and her sisters to workshops designed to introduce children to the arts and even allow them to try their hand at painting and sculpting. She’d taken her first art class at the age of six. Her talent had stood out so strongly that her parents started bringing her for art classes every Saturday.
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