Chapter Forty-One
Forty-One
Bruce was scratching at the side door of the Maze Gallery when it opened without warning. Startled, Sophy looked at the broad-shouldered figure looming on the threshold.
“Luke?”
Bruce answered the question first. He threw himself at Luke, who reached down to accept the joyous greeting.
“Take it easy,” he said. “I’m all right. Mostly.” He rubbed his eyes. “What are you two doing here? I told you to stay in the room.”
“So sue us,” Sophy said. “We both got worried and decided you might need a little help.”
“You were right.” He studied her for a moment, blinking a few times. “Let’s go back to the inn. I need to do some thinking and then I need to dream.”
“What are you talking about?” she demanded. “What happened in the gallery?”
“I ran into one of your failed experiments.”
“Grant? He was in there with you? What happened?”
“Let’s just say he doesn’t take criticism of his art in a positive way.”