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Found at the Library
Book: Found at the Library Read Online Free
Author: Christi Snow
Tags: Romance, Gay, Contemporary, Library, holiday, Artist, writer, malemale, contemporary gay romance
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but now he put the shutters back up on his mental well-being. That was probably better. A vulnerable Stig made Mac want to reach out, and neither one of them needed that complication in their lives.
    “I want to buy a piece.” Mac’s heartbeat sped up. He needed that piece of art.
    Stig smirked at him. “Ah, you saw your book, didn’t you? Unfortunately, the artist has decided that piece isn’t for sale.”
    “What? Why? I’m willing to pay for it, Stig. Whatever the cost.”
    Shaking his head, Stig said, “I wish I could wring you dry over this one, but I’m fairly certain he won’t sell.”
    “Where is he? Let me convince him.”
    “He had a family emergency and couldn’t make it tonight.”
    Shock and horror spun through Mac. Did this artist not realize what it meant to be featured in a Minton Gallery opening? “It’s opening night for a show, here, featuring entirely his art. How can he shove that kind of recognition aside?”
    A sad expression flitted across Stig’s face, before he covered it. “Not everyone is as devoted to their careers as you are, Mac. Some put their loved ones first. I know it’s novel, but that’s the way the world works for most people.”
    And with that barb, Stig walked away.
    Son of a bitch.
    Time for tact number two. He needed to locate Lola, Stig’s assistant, and find out the artist’s full name. Maybe he could even manage a phone number or address.
     

Chapter Three
    People question “why” during difficult times. Maybe Karma isn’t a bitch. Maybe she’s just giving the opportunity for someone else to shine when they lift you out of the dark.
    -Observations from Tommy
     
    Tommy unlocked the door to his studio with his ass dragging. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so completely exhausted. But that didn’t matter. Ryder needed him. He was simply here to take a shower and grab some fresh clothes and food. He only had a forty-five minute window while they ran some tests, so he didn’t have time for the catnap he so desperately needed.
    As he walked in, the studio phone rang, but he ignored it. He couldn’t think about work or his first real big break last night that he’d completely missed out on. That wasn’t important now.
    Shower, feed Ampersand, and then food for him. That was all he had time for. He bound up the steps that led to his loft apartment and turned on the water in his bathroom. Ten minutes later, he almost felt human again. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he glanced in the mirror, and his bloodshot eyes stared back at him. He should probably shave, but maybe the dark stubble would detract from the dark circles under his eyes. Besides, he simply didn’t have time to do any more.
    “Hello, is anyone here?”
    Tommy stilled. Someone had come into the studio. Shit, did he leave the door unlocked? “Sorry, mate, we’re closed for the day,” he yelled back. “You’ll have to come back another time.”
    The door down below shut as the customer left. He hated to turn someone away, especially right before Christmas, but he couldn’t do anything about it today. Maybe in a couple of days he would have time to hire someone to open the shop.
    Digging through the piles of clothes on the floor, he looked for something clean that would make him look reputable enough to get a straight answer from the doctors. His torn, ink-splattered jeans and T-shirt yesterday hadn’t done him any favors, and he needed them to take him seriously.
    He ran his hand over his face. Exhaustion pulled at him. How many hours had it been since he’d gotten any sleep? It had been at least two days since he’d found his brother, Ryder, possibly even three. He’d lost track somewhere along the way. But that’s what happened when a person found the only family they had left unconscious and dying from a drug overdose.
    Finally, he located a dark pair of jeans that didn’t have stains or rips. That would have to do. Since he spent his life inside a studio that
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