310.Chapter 310

"How much for a portrait?" Declan asked, stopping at the artist's booth.

"Fifteen dollars, sir. You want a self-portrait?" The artist looked up, his eyes widening when he saw Declan.

"Nope, a portrait of my wife. Here's her photo. Think you can do it?" Declan pulled out Elena's picture and held it out.

The artist gave it a once-over. "You bet. She's got gorgeous features—total natural model."

Decl