"And classes," Rob said. His smile broadened as he considered Rhiannon.
"Help yourselves to wine and goodies."
"Hi, Wendell," Mo said. They stepped away from the door. Joe recognized the gallery owner from Mo's show the previous year. People began arriving in numbers. He and Rhiannon made their way to the pupu table where he poured them wine.
"I'm going to look around," she said.
"Good, good. See you later." Joe stayed close to the kim chee and the shrimp. There was a platter of spanakopita, veggies, watercress and sour cream dip . . . Mo appeared. "Art can wait," he mumbled around a mouthful of sourdough roll.
"So, where did you find PrettyLocks?"
"Just around the corner from MoneyBags," Joe said, straightening. Mo tossed her head. "Look," Joe said. "Pax. I like being your old buddy. Rob's a nice guy, actually."
"You can tell?"
"Guaranteed. Joe Burke's seal of approval."
Mo thought. "She is pretty."
"Mmm." Joe never knew what women meant when they discussed looks.
"Dynamite kim chee," he said.