Sunrise Kisses (The Kisses 8)

“So what are your plans today? If you tell me your schedule, I can make sure there is food available for you,” she said, getting up and putting her plate in the sink.

Dad pulled out his bag and placed his tablet and one of the maps Charlotte had given us the night before. He had color coded sections and a key on the bottom. “I thought I would take this room,” he said, pointing to a room in canary yellow. He then moved to one in red. “Ava, you can start in this one. Then, we'll switch and double check one another's work.”

“Thus, turning the room orange,” I replied, quickly stuffing another bite of french toast in my mouth as soon as I finished speaking.

Charlotte peeked over my shoulder and saw my red colored room. “Ava, could I come watch you this afternoon? There's a picture in that room that I'm curious about.” She paused, biting her lip, as if afraid I might say no. “It's an impressionist piece, but that's all I know about it. I'm hoping you could tell me more, if you have the time.”

I nodded, trying to swallow my bite of food before talking. “I'd love to teach you, Charlotte. Impressionism is actually one of my specialties.”

Charlotte grinned from ear to ear, her pretty brown eyes glowing. I could already feel the bonds of friendship forming between the two of us. Anyone who wanted to learn more about my favorite style of art had an instant in with me.

I reluctantly swallowed the last bite of food on my plate. I wished I hadn't gobbled it all up quite so quickly, but it was just so delicious that I couldn't help it. I glanced over at my dad's plate to see if he had eaten his as quickly as I had, only to discover

most of the food was still on his plate. I was a little concerned since this was a man who usually ended up finishing my plates.

“You okay, Dad?” I asked, snagging a bite of his french toast. It was just as delicious as mine had been. “You've barely eaten.”

He looked down at his plate in surprise. “I guess I still have some indigestion from last night,” he admitted. Seeing the worry written all over my face, he smiled and put his big hand on mine. “Don't worry. I'll be fine. It's just this tooth.”

I stood up, picking up my plate. Dad took a bite and then pushed his at me to take away. I frowned. Our dinner hadn't been anything that should have caused indigestion. I did my best to smile, though. He would be fine. He was as strong as a horse. There wasn't anything that ever got him down. When the rest of us were sick with the flu, he was always the one running around making soup because he didn't catch it. He'd be fine.

“That was delicious,” I said to Lucia, putting our plates in the sink. She looked at Dad's plate and I shrugged. I didn't know quite what to think of it either.

“You ready to get started, Kiddo?” Dad asked, packing his colored maps and tablet into his shoulder bag. I nodded and grinned. I was more than ready.

Chapter 6

Charlotte walked with us out of the kitchen, leading the way to the main foyer. It was there that Dad and I were going to split up and start on our separate rooms. The foyer made a great middle point for us to base our attack around.

“Hold on a second kiddo,” Dad said, eying a something along the far wall. “I know this room isn't first on my list, but I have to look at something.”

I followed his gaze to see a small table pressed up against the far wall and I instantly knew why he wanted to look at it. It looked like an Alexander Roux piece. He had a definite fondness for the 1800's Rococo Revival style cabinetmaker. When Charlotte had given him the room full of Roux pieces, she had unwittingly given him one of his biggest dreams. The man had a Roux calendar on his wall, for heaven's sakes.

“Go for it,” I said, shaking my head and grinning.

He nearly ran over to the small table, with me not far behind. Although paintings and art were more my thing, I knew a good piece of furniture when I saw one.

The table was small and made of rosewood and marble. Intricate designs covered the open spaces, highlighting the beauty of the warm brown wood beneath. My father's hand trailed reverently across the smooth surface of the table, his knowledgeable fingers gleaning information from just the touch.

“It certainly looks like an Alexander Roux piece,” Dad said reverently. He went to his knees and looked underneath, practically trembling with excitement. “And it looks like it's signed. Let me get my glasses to check...”

He sat back, patting his pockets for his glasses. I shook my head, knowing that they were in his left breast pocket but that it would take him a good thirty seconds to find them. Instead of waiting, I just went over and looked at it myself.

“What do you think of the piece?” Charlotte asked. “Mr. Belrose had it appraised before at close to twenty-five thousand dollars.”

“Well, it would be if it were authentic,” I replied, snapping a picture of the engraved signature with my phone. “But, unless Alexander Roux forgot how to spell his name properly, the signature is false. I hope you didn't pay that much for it.”

Sticking my hand out from under the desk, I handed the phone to my father and heard him sigh sadly as he looked at it. Despite the table's beauty, the mark spelled Roux as Row.

“A forgery?” A stern, deep voice echoed around the room, and I bumped my head on the desk. I wiggled free of the table and stood up to catch my first glimpse of the confident owner of a false Roux piece.

It was him. It was Sebastian Belrose.

I immediately wished I could duck back under the table and hide.

Mr. Belrose was descending the stairs, wearing a dark, three-piece suit that fit him like a glove. I remembered he had worn something similar last night, despite the heat. My mouth went dry, not only at the incredibly attractive way he looked, but at the fact that I had just flippantly spoken to billionaire Sebastian Belrose. Again. At least I hadn't tried bodily harm this time.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and I could see the scar again. It was dark against his stern face. He looked at me, his eyes like gray mist across the ocean and full of just as many secrets and I forgot to breathe.