Work Of Art: The Unveiling Part 24

"Yes, my king. You just lie there in all your splendor and I'll bring you my spoils."

I bounce around the kitchen, trying to scrounge up something breakfast-like. I find some raspberry jam, so I make toast, which is as close as he's getting to waffles with berries this fine morning.

Hopefully I'll have more warning next time he spends the night, so I can be better prepared. I make two bowls of instant oatmeal and cut a banana into them before pouring the coffee. I load up a tray and carry it back to bed.

"Here we are, my lord," I tease, as I move the coffee mugs to the bedside table and set the tray on the bed as he sits up. We enjoy our breakfast picnic slowly. He eats his toast and finishes off mine too.

"You're hungry," I say, as he finishes the oatmeal.

"Yeah, I didn't eat last night."

"Max, you've got to take better care of yourself. No sleep...no food...what the h.e.l.l?"

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'm off my balance since Santa Fe. I see Cara this afternoon, and I'm hoping it helps me get a handle on things."

"It's because of me...of us." A feeling of dread creeps up my spine.

Fear flashes in his eyes. "No, don't say that, Ava. Don't take that on. Yes, I've been on a manic high since Santa Fe. But come on, this"-he gestures between us-"is huge. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"The best?"

"I'm in love. It's crazy. For the first time in my life, I'm f.u.c.king in love."

I grin. "It is crazy. I'm f.u.c.king in love too."

"That's my girl." He takes our coffee mugs and sets them down before pulling me into his arms.

"And part of me never wants this feeling to level out. All I want to do is make love to you and paint, and all the other stuff can follow."

"Let's fit some eating and sleeping into that agenda."

"Okay. I will."

I look at the clock. "Speaking of which, I need to jump in the shower and get to work. Why don't you lie back and rest some more?"

He surprises me by flopping back on the bed. He takes the pillow I was using and curls it under his arm, pressing his face into it and taking a deep breath. "I can still smell you." He smiles and closes his eyes.

After I'm dressed and ready, I go to kiss him good-bye, but he's sound asleep again. So I write him a note and leave it where my pillow was.

My love, Thank you for my surprise visit last night. There's nothing better than waking with you in my bed.

I miss you already.

Love, Ava Just after seven that evening, I pull open my front door and gape at the sight of Max. He's wearing pressed jeans with boots and a beautifully tailored jacket over a black T-s.h.i.+rt. He's holding an enormous bouquet of garden roses in various stages of bloom.

He offers them to me. "These are from my garden." He smiles as his gaze skims over me.

"Oh, these are gorgeous," I sigh, as I take the flowers and head to the kitchen to find a vase. "I love garden roses."

He smiles, his head held high. He's a different man from last night. He looks rested, his eyes are bright, and he's freshly shaven. I want to run my tongue along the sharp angle of his jaw and taste his gorgeous lips. It's moments like this that I can't believe he's really mine.

He stands behind me as I fill the vase with water at the sink. Pulling my hair back, he gently kisses my neck and inhales deeply. "You look beautiful tonight, Ava."

I turn around slowly. "And you look handsome, Max. I have to wonder with all this special treatment...what are you trying to do to me?"

He laughs as he pushes my hair over my shoulders and strokes the side of my face. "We're taking it slow tonight, although seeing you like this makes dinner sound very uninteresting." He slides his hands around to my backside and pulls me up against him.

"What's the occasion tonight?"

"Anytime I'm with you is special," he says softly. "But we haven't been on a real date yet, Ava. So, I'm taking you on a real date."

"Are we going back to Dupars or The Apple Pan?"

"No, I had something more upscale in mind."

"But I love those places," I say with a pretend pout.

"Next time. Tonight, I'm going to wine and dine you at a fine establishment. If things go right, I may even seduce you at the end of the evening."

"Honestly, Max?" I wave my hand up and down from his head to his feet. "One look at you, my gorgeous man, with your armful of roses, and the seduction was a done deal."

"You're not going to distract me, woman. I'm on a mission here...real date, remember?"

I raise one eyebrow, sashaying away from him and grabbing my jacket and purse.

Max drives to Hollywood and pulls up in front of Cafe des Artistes, where he's reserved a corner table on the patio. The waitress with a seductive smile, tattoos up her neck, and a killer body, flirts with my man unabashedly, and Max doesn't give her the time of day. He only has eyes for me.

We order a bottle of wine and linger over our meal, holding hands and talking quietly. I don't know when I've ever felt so happy and so adored. We finish by sharing a chocolate souffle.

Back in the car, instead of going home, Max drives to Los Feliz, winding his car up a hill. I'm curious, but don't ask questions, so I can prolong the mystery. When we get to the top, he pulls into the parking lot at the Griffith Observatory.

"Have you ever been up here?" he asks, as he opens my car door.

"No."

"Well, you're in for a treat."

He takes my hand and we walk through the planetarium, a great old art deco building perched on a hill above Los Angeles. There's nothing like viewing the stars and planets to put things in a broader perspective. The various displays intrigue me, but the real thrill is when he takes me to the walkway behind the building.

It's a clear crisp night and the city lies before us, a jewel box lit from within. It sparkles and hums with energy.

"Wow! This is unbelievable," I gasp, as I lean over the rail. The view sweeps north to south and all the way to the ocean, a rolling blanket of twinkling lights.

He nods. "It's one of the best views in the city."

He wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer. We sit down on a nearby bench and gaze at the city below.

"This has been a great evening. Really top-notch, Max."

He grins happily. "So, I'm doing this date thing right?"

"I'll say." I guess he really hasn't dated for a long time, since casual hook-ups don't count in my book.

He runs his free hand up and down his thigh. He's nervous about something, so I wait patiently.

"You know, I had my session with Cara this afternoon."

"Yeah, how'd it go?" I try to sound as casual as possible.

"We talked about trying to find balance when I'm overwhelmed."

"Like how you felt coming back from Santa Fe?"

He nods. "You know, Ava, I'm never going to be fixed. My issues are something I will deal with for the rest of my life. I still can't forgive myself for how I f.u.c.ked up when you were meeting with Nick. I was completely out of control. But I want to get a handle on it-use the tools I've learned so that when I start to lose my grip, my reaction won't be so bad."

Is he trying to scare me away? I s.h.i.+ft on the bench nervously.

"I guess what I'm saying is that I want to be the best person I can be, not just for me, but for you. I want to be the kind of man you deserve."

I curl my hand in his. "You know I won't tolerate what happened in Santa Fe. But when I see you trying, it makes me want to help you through your rough times."

He exhales a deep breath and gently squeezes my hand.

I bite my lip and twist my hair between my fingers. "I just don't always know how."

"Sometimes it's as simple as being there. Like last night. You didn't try to fix anything or a.n.a.lyze me, you were just there...for me."

He sighs and then turns to me. "You know what else Cara told me?"

I shake my head.

"That I need to work hard and focus on being the best boyfriend I can be for you."

"Oh, I'm liking her," I tease, although I'm pleased by what she said.

"You know, for a lot of years, I only had myself to answer for. And artists are naturally narcissistic-we think we have something important to say, and we focus inwardly in order to create. It's inherently selfish when you think about it."

"Well, I suppose you could say that. But it takes courage to make art and stand behind it. I admire you and your work, but I think you know that."

"Yes, but I guess what I'm trying to say is that I feel guilty that you've been the one to keep pulling me out of harm's way. You've seen and learned things about me I would never want someone to know, and yet here you are...still loving me."

I smile. "You inspire me, Max."

"I can't understand how I could be lucky enough to win you, let alone hold onto you."

"But you've taken care of me, too. I need you more than you know, Max. We can be there for each other."

He sits up straighter, as if my need for him is a revelation. Judging from the way his eyes light up, the idea seems to agree with him.

"Cara says I need to take things slowly, but my heart and my mind want to race ahead, Ava. I want to take care of you. I want to give you the world." He sweeps his hand across the city view. "I already have to fight the urge to be with you 24-7." He pauses, and then s.h.i.+fts his gaze back at me. "I wish you'd live with me."

I try to stifle a gasp. "You want me to move in?"

"Desperately...but that wouldn't be taking things slow, would it?"

I laugh softly. "No, that would be foot-to-the-floorboards fast." I lean in closer. "But I love that you want me to. One day-"

But before I can finish, he kisses me, and there's so much emotion behind the kiss that I feel stripped of any hesitation. I fall into him, our "big love" making me forget for a moment that we're two separate people.

Perhaps one day will be sooner than I think.

Chapter Eighteen / The Writing on the Wall.

The object isn't to make art, it's to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable.

~ Robert Henri "How do you feel about interviews?" Mysterious Max asks on the phone.

Is this a guessing game? I c.o.c.k my head to the side to figure out what he's getting at. "Like, in looking for a job? I don't have much experience with that."

"No, I mean, how would you feel about interviewing me?"

I laugh at the idea of it. "That would be fun. Why do you ask?"

"The marketing guy from Taylor and Tiden called. They want to film a segment of you interviewing me in my studio to promote the book."

"In your studio? And you agreed to that?" I don't try to mask the disbelief in my voice.

"Yeah, I'm nervous about it, but it'll be good for the book."

"Well, if you're willing to do it, there's no way I'll turn you down."

"Good, because they want to do it this week. I told them about your day job, so they agreed to do it this Sat.u.r.day."

"This Sat.u.r.day! What do I need to do to get ready? Am I writing the questions? What do I wear? Geez!"

"Slow down, sweet thing! They'll call you in the morning to go over all that."

"I'm anxious, Max."

"Oh, don't be. It's you and me being you and me. It doesn't get better than that."