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and was never seen again.”
    That shows what Carly knew. Ana had
certainly seen him since. Not only had she seen him, but she’d
gained some carnal knowledge of him. Hah. Take that, Carly. Still,
mentioning that might negate the approval she’d gotten to stay
another night after-hours in the collection room working on
“research.”
    “That’s about all anyone knows but,
still, as he had a connection to your great, great grandfather,
you’d think you’d know that,” Carly said. “He was his partner after
all. Their business made your family rich.” She looked down her
nose at Ana. She had a really long nose to look down too. “I guess
maybe you don’t care where the money comes from as long as it keeps
coming?” There was that horsey laugh again. Gah. Ana had heard
rumors that her cousin Max dated Carly on and off, and how could he
stand it? That laugh! Ana was two seconds from braining her with a
nearby book.
    But she didn’t. She took a deep
breath and focused on the painting in front of her.
    Having disavowed being “rich” after
Keaton, Ana could shrug off Carly’s comments, literally and
figuratively. Whatever. Ana wanted to live without money for a
change. It’d never made her happy. In fact, finding out Keaton was
more attracted to her money than her, had set her self-esteem back
to junior high when she’d had braces and even less control on her
unruly hair than she did now. No one likes to know that given the
choice between a hundred thousand dollars and the person you’ve
professed to love…well, Keaton had taken the money and run. Ana
hadn’t touched a penny of her family’s money in over a year. And
she was doing great. She was earning her own place in the world,
and it felt like a hundred thousand bucks.
    “It must be nice having money,”
Carly said.
    Ana shrugged again, just to be
annoying. It worked.
    With a growl of irritation, Carly
stalked off muttering about restocking all the books thoughtless
people yanked out.
    Finally. After she’d left and Ana
had looked around to ascertain she was the only one there, Ana
whispered to the painting, “Shane?” She swore she could feel a
presence. She might be crazy. Hell, she might be certifiable. After
all, she was talking to a ghost—or hoping to anyway. Her skin
shivered with what felt like a caress, but maybe that was her
imagination.
    *****
    Shane jumped at her voice, though he
could do nothing. Well, nothing that wouldn’t scare her. He could
make the air colder and sometimes blow things around. If he really
concentrated, he could make the air around him freeze long enough
that someone saw a vapory form, but that seemed mean. Shane
normally reserved that for the librarian who had just left the
room. He didn’t dislike many people during the day, but he didn’t
like her. Not at all. That other woman. Carrie? Catty? No, that was
what he called her in his head.
    “Shane?” the redhead whispered
again. Then, she smiled at the painting—not realizing he was
watching from a few feet away beside her.
    She talked to paintings—that was
funny. Maybe she only talked to paintings of living things, though.
There were sheep in the painting next to him. It would be funny if
she walked up to the painting and said, “Sheep!” Yeah, that would
be funny.
    The pretty redhead was the one he’d
been watching for all day. She was the one. He had no idea what
that meant, but she was the one. She’d come with that other woman,
the catty librarian, who used to take her lunch breaks in front of
his painting. Just having the pretty redhead here made him feel
better. It felt as if he almost had form. That was nice. Hopefully
she’d stay around longer. His nighttime self wanted to see her. His
nighttime self would know why too.
    Shane looked at the painting of the
sheep. Sheep . It was even funny when he did it. His
nighttime self wouldn’t find it as funny. His nighttime self was
boring and stuffy.
    Sheep!
    Then, he looked at his painting and
thought