"Anyway, it seemed sort of stupid to me, but it's why I didn't hide the picture. Then I thought, well, if I do get you into the house, it'll be a good time for you to see it. I didn't much care for the subterfuge."

Smiling, Sandy set down her glass. "Why the subterfuge in the first place?"

"wetl..."

"Well?"

"I never knew anything about you till about three months ago. There was an overnight break-in at the Beachside Gallery."

"I never heard about that."

"It was kept pretty quiet. Someone forced open the back door and trashed a few paintings. In fact, all the paintings in the place that seemed to be gay-oriented."

"That must've included some by Blaze."

"Right. A couple of them. Anyway, I was called over to the gallery in the morning when Megan opened up for business and discovered what had happened. She started showing me around. And that's when I saw The Sleeper for the first time. It just...knocked my socks off. I mean...I had to have it. I'd never seen a painting that hit me that way."

"Blaze is pretty good," Sandy said.

"And his model is spectacular."

"I'm just a dame."

Terry laughed. "Yeah. So anyway, I bought The Sleeper right then and there-right in the middle of my investigation. Had to max out my Visa card, but..." He shrugged. "A small price to pay."

"A hefty price."

"I had to have that painting. And I had to...meet you. Megan couldn't tell me much. And I guess her information wasn't exactly accurate, either. She told me your name was Electra, for one thing."

"It's my nom de nudie."

Terry laughed. "She also said you're Blaze's niece and you live in San Francisco. You're not his niece, are you?"

"Nope."

"What about San Francisco? Is that where you live?"

"I'll never tell."

"Why not?"

"If I tell you all my secrets, I'll lose my membership in the Mysterious Dames Society." She poked a potato chip into her mouth and crunched it. "Then where would I be?"

"Will you at least tell me your real name?"

"What'd Blaze say it is?"

"Just Ashley. He wouldn't tell me your last name."

"Good for him!"

"He said I should ask you."

"What else did he say about me?"

"He claimed not to know where you live. He said you just show up at his place every couple of weeks, then take off again after you're done posing. He mentioned that you have a son. That's about it. Well...and that he thought we'd make a nice couple."

"Good ol' Blaze."

"So I suggested that maybe he should introduce me to you, but he didn't want to do it that way. He thought you wouldn't like him trying to 'fix you up' with a friend. That you'd resent it, and I'd stand a better chance if I just happened to run into you by accident. He thought I should put in an appearance while you were out posing for him. And I went along with it. I knew it was kind of a screwy idea, but Blaze completely refused to just introduce me to you."

"He enjoys his melodramas," Sandy said.

"Guess so. Anyway, I figured 'whatever it takes.' This morning, he gave me the call, said you were coming in and told me where he'd be taking you."

Sandy shook her head.

"I am sorry about tricking you. But I just had to meet you. I would've done anything."

"Anything?"

"Pretty near."

"A desperate man. That's flattering and scary."

"Well, I'll be perfectly straight-forward and honest from now on. I promise."

"From now on, huh? That's assuming we'll be seeing more of each other."

"I wouldn't mind," he said.

"What do you have in mind?"

"This sort of thing, I guess. Seeing each other. Talking. You know."

"That might be nice."

He looked relieved and glad.

"There is a problem, though. I've got Eric. And we do live pretty far away. I usually don't make it into town more than a couple of times a month."

"I guess I could live with that."

"You wouldn't have any choice. It's that or nothing. Twice a month is all I can get away."

"You don't have any other guys, do you?"

"Just Eric." She met Terry's eyes. "I've had some bad luck with the men in my life. I'll probably have bad luck with you."

"But you're willing to give me a try? Give us a try?"

"On one condition."

"Anything."

"You have to promise you'll never come to my place," she said.

"I don't even know where it is."

"But you're a cop. You could probably find out easily enough. If you haven't already."

"I haven't."

"The thing is, whatever we do, I don't want Eric involved. He and I... we're very close. I think he'd see you as an interloper who's trying to take his mom away from him. He's insecure enough as it is. So you have to promise never under any circumstances to come out to the house."

"I promise."

"Cross your heart and hope to die?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die." With his forefinger, he marked an X over his heart. Then he leaned forward and reached across the table. Sandy reached out, too. He took hold of her hand and gently squeezed it.

A few minutes later, done with her drink, she said, "I'd better get going."

"How about staying for one more round?"

"Afraid not. And you should know better."

"I do. But I hate to see you go so soon."

"I'll be back in town before you know it."

"How will I know it?" he asked.

"Oh, Blaze will probably tip you off."

He laughed. "Come on."

"I'll call and let you know. Or I'll drop by."

"What if I'm not here?"

She grinned. "Then you might miss me."

"I'm usually home during the day. I work the graveyard shift. Wednesdays and Thursdays off. And I've got an answering machine, so if you call in advance..."

"I'll try not to miss you," Sandy said. Then she scooted back her chair and stood up.

Terry got to his feet and pulled out his wallet. He searched it, frowning, then came up with a business card. "Need a pen. I'll write my home phone number on the back." He returned the wallet to his pocket, then turned around and reached for the sliding door. "This'll just take me a second. Want to come in?"

"I'll wait for you here."

He rolled open the door and stepped inside. While he was away, Sandy ate a few more potato chips. Then she drank the melted ice water at the bottom of her glass.

Terry came out and handed the card to her. "My home number's on the back."

"Thanks." She slipped it into a rear pocket of her jeans. "I'd better get going."

Terry stepped toward the open door.

"I think I'll go around the side."

"This way's shorter," he pointed out.

"But it might take longer. You might decide to show me your bedroom and you might talk me into testing the bed." Smiling, she shook her head. "No telling what might happen after that. And whatever does, it might take hours."

"Whoa! Jeez!"

"And I've already been gone too long. So I'll go this way."

She picked up her shoes and walked toward the porch stairs.

"I'll come with you." He hurried down the stairs after Sandy. At the bottom, he caught up to her and took her hand. As they walked past the rear of the carport, he said, "Maybe we can get together longer next time. Maybe have a picnic on the beach or something. Maybe go in for a swim."

"We'll do something," she said.

"It's a pretty nice beach."

"You're a pretty nice guy." She freed her hand, then slipped her arm across his back, low against the warm bare skin above his shorts. As she curled her hand against his side, he put his arm on her back. She felt his hand against her shoulder blade.

When they came around the front of the carport, she stopped to put on her shoes. Terry held her steady. Then she turned to him.

She was tall enough to look him straight in the eyes.

He gazed into her eyes for a long time as if he couldn't get enough of them. And she gazed into his, wondering and hoping.

Finally, Sandy said, "I've gotta get going. Thanks for the drink and everything."

"My time. Day or night. Feel free to..."

She darted forward, kissed him fast on the lips, then whirled around and hurried to her pickup truck. She was inside it with the door shut by the time Terry got to her.

He looked at her through the open window. "I'm going to miss you," he said.

"You can't miss me. We don't know each other."

"Oh. Okay. That's good to know."

"Anyway, you have The Sleeper to keep you company." She twisted in her seat and leaned toward the open window and Terry's face was there, sad as if she were already gone, but his mouth found her lips and kissed them with gentleness and longing and silent need.