You'll want to do some sightseeing, I imagine. But you're welcome to the use of this one when you like." "How close is your home to a town, Brianna? I thought I would rent a car." She, at least, had been raised with manners. "Odd more like," Maggie muttered, and shrugged when Brianna aimed a warning glance in the rearview mirror. "It's interesting, don't you think," Brianna put in quickly, "that both of you are artists?" "In a manner of speaking." Deliberately she turned, leveled her gaze on Maggie's. She recognized disdain when she heard it, however light it was. "So what you do is sell things, market them." "Rogan's man said you're a commercial artist," Maggie began, more from curiosity than manners. Just as there was no denying there was something special in the way the sun slanted through the clouds and gilded the air. And it was lovely, there was no denying it. "Thank you." Shannon turned her head and watched the scenery.
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