Somebody stole my painting! The one I need for the career-defining Vertex Art Exhibit. This upcoming art show is my chance to finally be recognized as an artist--after ten years of waitressing and being asked if I still have that "lovely painting hobby."
I have mere weeks to find my painting or lose my artist dream forever--but it's going to mean working with William.
William Haruki Matsumura. Good-looking, if you like the Secret Service type. You now, law-abiding, protector of women and children. That's all fine, but I never know what he's thinking. Which drives me crazy.
He insists on coming along to do "damage control." As if "accidentally" wandering into certain areas is "breaking and entering." I may be an emotional artist, but William shouldn't dismiss my investigative skills yet.
William is definitely my opposite, and if there's one takeaway from my parents' divorce, it's that opposites might attract, but it doesn't last. But detecting with William is kind of fun--and fluttery. I definitely can't trust these feelings, or can I? However this caper ends, I think this may be more than a crush.