Dozens of thoughts buzzed around my head. From what he’d said, he was in his early fifties. He looked good – really good – and I hadn’t pegged him for more than forty-five. At fifty-something, he was at least fifteen years older than me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about the age difference. He hadn’t mentioned a wife, or kids, or anyone else connected to him. And I still had no idea what sort of art he was into. Even though I wanted to know about the possibility of a wife – or ex-wife – and if there were some kids out there somewhere, I decided not to lead with that.

‘You haven’t said what kind of art you collect – or consult on.’

‘I focus mostly on contemporary artists – the up-and-comers, as I said. I made some smart investments early on, took a chance or two on artists whose work I liked, and a few of those investments paid off.’

Duncan, who must have been listening, interjected. ‘He’s being modest. James is considered one of the best in his field.’ Everyone at the table was now listening. Looking at James, his face gave nothing away. ‘It’s true. He consults all over the world. If he discovers a new artist, they’re almost guaranteed success on his name alone.’ Wowser.

James waved off Duncan’s words. ‘Okay, Duncan. That’s enough about that.’

The rest of the table went back to their respective conversations. I turned to Gary. ‘So, to answer your question from earlier, yes. I think it does sound like a good way to go through life.’ I picked up my drink and held it aloft. ‘To doing what you love.’

Gary and James clinked glasses with mine, and we all took a sip. Marie nudged Gary and whispered something in his ear. He laughed aloud and whispered something back.

I had the silver fox to myself again – or did he have me?

‘I hope this doesn’t come off as completely trite, but your work sounds really interesting.’

‘Why would it sound trite?’

‘Because you have one of those jobs where you must get told that all the time.’

‘I do, but I also like that you think so. And you’re so right about doing what you love – it makes life immensely enjoyable.’

‘And what about someone to share it with? Does that matter too?’ Geez, maybe hold back a little, Sarah.

The amused glimmer reappeared in his eyes. Well, what did he expect? He was hitting on me – although, with what intention I couldn’t divine. I wanted to know if he was attached, and if he wasn’t, how would I fit into his globe-trotting life?

‘Are you asking me if there is someone?’