Connie groaned from behind them. “There goes the commissionmoney.”
They exited into a carport lined with several shelves. Instead of a car, two bikes occupied the wall and a golf cart filled the center of the space, and he realized he was about to be taken on one heck of a ride if he was going to earn thisimage.
“What’s wrong? You can stay here if you want.” Lily climbed onto her bike. “Perhaps that’s for the best anyway. We wouldn’t want you to mess up that fancy suit of yours. You probably have big important things to be doing as well, so I’m sure you don’t have time for a bike ride to acoffeeshop.”
Knowing a brush-off when he heard one, he said, “I’ll be fine.” If he didn’t do this, he had a feeling he’d never get another meeting with her. Besides, he’d already promised his client he’d get her to revise the image. She could play all the games she wanted, but he was here to save hiscompany.
After tucking his right pant leg into his sock to keep it from getting torn on the bike chain, he climbed onto the other bike. They rode out of the garage and down the driveway, then turned and headed to thebeach.
“I thought we were going for coffee?” Joshasked.
Lily glanced over her shoulder with the most innocent smile and brazen bad- girl eyes. “We are…if you’re upforit.”
It was then that he realized Lily Holt was going to make him jump over sand dunes on an old-fashioned bicycle just to get a signed contract. The question was, why? Something told him this wasn’t a power trip. She really didn’t want to recreate this artwork for some other reason and was likely hoping to give him the slip to avoid facing it. Well, neither sand, wind, nor rain would stop him, not when his company was ontheline.
