So Wrong. Part 6

I laughed nervously, trying to ignore the way I felt when Patrick directed his smile at me. “Why?”

“Because she loves it. She’s collected them for years. Some she inherited as heirlooms, others she went all over the country to seek out. She’s a big collector.”

“Wow,” I said lamely. I thought about it for a minute. “That’s kind of fucked up on your client’s part. It’s just personal, then.”

“No kidding,” Patrick agreed. “It’s usually always personal. It’s marriage. It’s amazing what people will do to hurt each other.”

There was an awkward pause, or at least I felt one because it felt like it was my cue.

I’d drunk enough to give me some courage, and though the cold prickly feeling coursing through my veins told me it wasn’t enough, it had to be done.

“Is that what you’re doing to Chloe?” I asked quietly, staring into his green eyes intently.

He grimaced and put down his fork. “Fuck, Nina, Chloe has nothing to do with this.”

“She has every