Kian beamed at Blake. “You’re welcome.”
“How did you both manage it?” Blake gestured at the sepia-toned painting, which showed the three of them from behind, walking hand-in-hand. Mason and Kian’s faces were turned toward Blake as they smiledat the laughing omega, whose head was tilted back slightly and looking upward at the clear blue sky. “This painting is so life-like. It’s breathtaking.”
“It is,” Mason agreed. “Anyway, there was this painter at the carnival. I approached her while you and Kee were busy playing one of the games. Kee’s job was to distract you for as long as possible while I negotiated with the painter. I hired her for the duration of our time there. I wanted her to take as many photographs of the three of us as possible before turning one of them into a painting.”
Blake gaped. “That’s…I…no one has ever done something so awesome for me. Thank you. Both of you.”
“You’re welcome,” Mason and Kian responded at the same time.