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why this piece doesn’t have a price. Have you seen him?”
    Mac had ducked the gallery owner all night, not wanting to do the inane chitchat thing they both found incredibly uncomfortable. But now he had a mission, even if he had to deal with his difficult ex to achieve it.
    “The last time I saw him, he was headed into the foyer with some rich dude on his arm. They were probably headed to the bar.”
    Yeah, that sounded about right. And Stig wouldn’t appreciate it if Mac interrupted either seduction or a sale, depending on what angle Stig was working at the current moment. Maybe the artist...
    “Do you have any idea who T. Garrett is?” he asked Emily. “Have you seen anyone who looks like they could be the artist?”
    She shook her head. “With the way the gallery is set up, it’s great to showcase the art, but it seriously sucks to try to see who’s here.”
    Okay, so Stig it was. He’d just have to deal with the man. As Mac walked through the gallery, he watched the body language of the patrons to see if he could find the artist, but for the life of him, he didn’t see anyone who might be the mystery talent.
    He did locate Stig in the foyer at the bar. Christ on a crutch . From the way Stig leaned into the guy, he was interrupting seduction not a sale. Could this get any more awkward?
    He watched the two men for a moment. Stig looked model gorgeous with blond hair styled to perfection. At six feet tall, he had the perfect physique. He worked out regularly to maintain that level of fitness. Under his black custom suit, Stig had a set of six pack abs that would make any man or woman drool to touch. But for all of Stig’s outward tranquility and perfection, he had some deep scars. Scars that unfortunately, Mac hadn’t helped any. When it came to relationships, Stig needed to be the center of his partner’s world. Mac hadn’t been able to offer him that and knew that hurt him. So, he’d broken it off.
    Stig had never understood he’d always have to share Mac with his characters.
    Mac took note of the other man as he laughed. Emily’s assessment had been correct. He had the overall look of a bad boy, but with that six-figure watch on his wrist and his custom motorcycle boots, this guy had money. He also wasn’t a pushover and didn’t appear to be so sure about what Stig offered. To Stig’s light, this guy was dark. Mac could even see a tattoo or two peeking around the collar of his shirt. Definitely not the type of guy Stig normally went for, especially not in a work setting. Interesting.
    Finally, the other guy flung a hand out to the side in anger, shook his head at Stig, and strode out of the gallery. Stig’s head dropped to his chest and Mac sidled up to his side.
    “That didn’t look like it went so well,” Mac murmured.
    Stig’s head swung up, and he threw his hands up in the air. “Of course, of course, this is the way my life works. You just had to be the one to see that. Fuck, could this night get any worse?”
    Stig was a lot of things, but a drama queen usually wasn’t one of them.
    “Hey, is everything okay?” Mac asked.
    “No, it’s not,” Stig said curtly. “But that’s none of your business anymore, so tell me why you’re harassing me in my own gallery. You can’t even stand book themed art, so why are you here?” Stig ran his fingers through his hair and muttered, “I really should check the guest lists more carefully for these things rather than trusting Lola to handle it all.”
    “Emily brought me and didn’t tell me what I was in for with the exhibit, but I’m pleasantly surprised. Although I think I should be offended by your attitude about me being here.”
    Stig chuckled, but the sound held no trace of humor. “Yeah, like your ego ever takes a dent. I know you better than that, but I don’t have the energy or time to deal with you tonight. So tell me, what do you want?” And just like that, Stig shut down. He’d been showing much more emotion than normal,