"Tell me about Russian imperial art."
Marcus's voice came from the bathroom where he was showering.
"What do you want to know?" she called back.
"Everything." He answered. "I'm thinking of expanding my collection and I need an expert's opinion."
He emerged wearing only a towel. Aria's mouth went dry.
"You're trying to distract me."
"Is it working?" He moved behind her chair.
"Yeah, sort of."
He laughed, "Good. You've been staring at that screen.
She was researching authentication techniques and market trends.
"Just following up on authentication questions," she said.
"For what?"
"General consulting work. I have other clients besides you, you know."
"Do you?" His hands moved to her neck, working the tight muscles. "Because you've been spending every waking moment with me for the past two weeks."
"Maybe I'm rethinking that arrangement."
"Liar." He kissed the top of her head. "Talk to me while I get dressed. Tell me about the Romanovs."
"Why the sudden interest?"
