Let Me Be the One (The Sullivans #6)(6)

“And then later, at a welcome party the fellowship board threw for all of the applicants, he told me that the top candidates were going to be meeting here afterward.”

“There were supposed to be other people here?”

“By the time I arrived, he said everyone else had already dropped in and that he was glad it was just down to us tonight so that he could give me special attention.”

Bile rose in her throat as she remembered the way he’d moved closer and closer during their conversation and started touching her arm and then her hands—even when he had to know how off-limits a sculptor’s hands were. What he’d said to her hadn’t been much better: I’ve coached many other talented sculptors toward greatness. It’s considered quite an honor to work under me. Especially as I know you’re all alone in San Francisco, I feel that I could really help you make your way here by introducing you to everyone you should know. Doesn’t that sound good to you, Victoria?

It was one thing to trust the wrong man at twenty-two. But she’d been in the art world long enough by now to know better than to be so naïvely flattered by a powerful man’s attention.

“Jesus, Vicki, why didn’t you kick him in the nuts and get the hell out of here?”

“I wanted to,” she said softly, “but the fact is that regardless of what you and I think of him, James Sedgwick is one of the leaders of the West Coast art world. The only thing I could think of doing that wouldn’t jeopardize my chances at the fellowship was to pretend that I was seeing someone so that he wouldn’t take my rejection of his advances personally and turn it against me. That was when I went into the bathroom to text you.” She’d prayed that Ryan would not only get her messages, but come right away. Which he had, thank God.

But even after her explanation, Ryan still said, “You need to turn him in to the rest of the fellowship board.”

She sighed. “I doubt it would do any good when everything he’s done so far could so easily be argued as me mistaking friendly support for something more. He hasn’t done or said anything blatantly threatening.”

“I saw him put his hands on you,” Ryan growled.

“He’s an art critic and curator, with a specialty in sculpture, so everyone knows it’s a very touchy-feely job in a lot of respects. I’m sure if I raised a stink and called him on it, he would just laugh and say he’s like that with men and women and sculptures alike. And in the end, it would only hurt my chances for the fellowship by deflecting attention away from my project.”

Ryan stared at her for several long moments. “You really want this, don’t you?”

In those final months leading up to her divorce, Vicki’s ex-husband Anthony had told her again and again that the only reason she’d had any success at all was because he was one of the foremost sculptors in the world, and that she’d be nothing without him. Since then, she’d heard whispers from friends in the European art community that he’d been working to turn people against her. She wouldn’t be at all surprised to find out that it was true. His once awestruck wife leaving had been a blow that Anthony's ego had never seen coming.

Vicki had come to San Francisco to win the coveted fellowship and prove once and for all that she had what it took to make it as a sculptor. Not just to her ex, but to herself.

It was long past time to prove to herself that she hadn’t wasted her life chasing a dream.

“I do want it, Ryan.” She paused. “But even more than that, I need it. It’s the next step for me and my career, the perfect way to start fresh and build my reputation as a sculptor in the United States. So if I win the fellowship—”

“When you win it,” he cut in.

“—I want to know that I got it because of the quality of my work.” Not because she’d agreed under pressure to sleep with one of the board members.

“I wanted to kill the creep for touching you.” A muscle jumped in Ryan’s jaw. “Hell, I still want to tear him apart for even looking at you the wrong way.”

“All these years, when I thought about us seeing each other again, I never thought it would be like this. I’m really sorry for roping you into my mess.”

“I like ropes,” he teased her with the naughty grin he was so famous for.

How could she do anything but smile back at the most beautiful man she’d ever set eyes on? Vicki was amazed to find out nothing had changed since they were teenagers. Ryan was still just as able to send heat all through her body as he was to make her laugh.

She’d never met anyone like him before or since.

His hair was lighter than most of his siblings, shot through with highlights due to all of his time spent in the sun. His long-sleeved cotton shirt had an extra button open at the top, giving her a glimpse of just enough tanned skin to make her lose her train of thought all over again.

“Promise me you won’t be alone with him again, Vicki.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t make that mistake again. Thanks again for being my ten-minute boyfriend.”

“Ten minutes?” Ryan looked surprised to be let off the hook so easily. “When is the board going to decide on the fellowship?”

“Next week.”

“In that case, sign me up to be your one-week boyfriend.”

“What? No. You can’t do that for me.” When Ryan lifted an eyebrow at her quick refusal, she said, “Seriously, thank you so much for stepping in tonight. But you don’t have to pretend to be dating me for a week. If James asks about the two of us, I’ll just explain that we had a fight and are taking a break. And I’ll be beyond careful not to put myself in any more situations like this with him again.”