I was able to finish sketching his outline, paint in a dark background in umber with a touch of blue and add details to his clothes, hair and facial features. Now, I just had to wait a couple days before the canvas would be dry enough to do the second application without smearing my first day’s work. We were in the living room kissing on the couch and I startled when the phone rang. Dillon gave me a reassuring smile, so I got up, went to the kitchen where I’d left the phone and answered it. “Miss Olivia,” Frank said in his formal brisk tone. “Mr. Sharpe is here to see you.” My stomach wrenched. Oh God, Daddy was here and Dillon was lounging on the couch. I couldn’t send my father away.
