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CHAPTER ONE

“Why does this sculpture , fantastic sex?”

Sage Ballantyne looked at the woman she hoped would becoeous state or a wood-and-steel sculpture, always elicited a strong reaction He was one of the best artists of his generation Of enerations

Thank God he was also the only artist of his generation who refused to attend his opening nights If there had been even the slightest chance he e would’ve stayed away

Sage flicked her eyes over the abstract six-foot-high sculpture It was unusual and very unlike Tyce’s normally fluid lines

“There isn’t a curve in sight but it screams passion and lust,” Piper said

Sage’s eyebrows lifted “I’ what you are”

Piper pulled Sage to stand next to her

“Try this perspective,” Piper suggested, her cheeks tinged with pink

Sage laughed at Piper’s embarrassment and turned back to look at the sculpture Actually, frole it did look like two people bent over a desk, and Piper was right; when you made that connection you saw the passion in the piece This sculpture would be a talking point in his reviews The art critics would wax eloquent about Tyce’s take on human sexuality

Sage kne he felt about sex; he liked it Often and any way he could get it

“But why the frog?” Piper asked beforeon to another display

Every e’s body stiffened Oh, no, he hadn’t No way, no how Not even Tyce Latimore would have the balls to…

She looked at the sculpture again and yep, there on the “desk” was a tiny, beautifully reenish hue In an instant Sage flashed back to three years before