“Not unless you consider selling two paintings and two sculptures a problem.”

Bennett’s expression outshone the gallery’s lighting. “I would consider that an exceedingly good day.”

“It was, and it also means we need some things from the warehouse before we open tomorrow, or we’re going to have some empty walls and pedestals.”

“That’s not a problem. I don’t remember any auctions coming up tonight.”

“There aren’t any until late tomorrow, although some houses released their catalogs today.”

“I can look at those any time,” Bennett said, pulling her phone from her pocket. “I’ll call Gus and have him take me to the warehouse right now.”

“Why don’t we just hop into the van and give the guy a night off? I can drive.”

“Really? Don’t you have somewhere to be with your other half?”

“Not tonight,” Lisa said, shaking her head. “Let me get my coat, and we can head out the back.”

“Lead the way.”

Bennett watched as Lisa sashayed down the hall, and Bennett tried and failed—again—not to admire the swing of the woman’s hips. She had memorized Lisa’s walk years before, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t become a habit, and those delicious pencil skirts Lisa wore accentuated her shape exquisitely.

Lisa grabbed her coat from the closet, and after flicking off the lights and setting the alarm, they walked out the back entrance of the gallery together. As Bennett locked the door behind them, Lisa trotted down the steps, and walking past her silver sedan, she climbed into the driver’s seat of the metallic black Mercedes cargo van. With a raised roof and tinted windows throughout, it bore no decals or signage stating its purpose, and while it appeared like many other work vans from the outside, the inside didn’t contain shelves filled with products, supplies, or tools. Fitted with padded walls and floors, tie-straps were mounted down the sides, waiting to secure the most precious artwork, and under the elevated floor were rollout ramps to load the heavier pieces. As with everything in Bennett’s life, the van was pristine and chic with nary a bit of dust visible on the leather interior, and when she closed the door, it was as if she had muted the world.

Lisa started the van, smiling to herself when she saw Bennett jump as the radio sprang to life. Lisa turned down the volume of Finn’s favorite hard rock radio station, and for a few minutes, their trip was quiet.

“So…” Bennett said, glancing at Lisa. “Why don’t you have plans with Jimmy tonight? It is Friday, after all.”

“We’re not joined at the hip, you know?”

“Ever?” Bennett said, her eyes twinkling. “How boring? Perhaps I should buy him a copy of the Kama Sutra.”

“Very funny.”

“Funny for me. Unfortunate for you.”

Lisa shot Bennett a look and then returned her eyes to the road.