Love Redesigned: A Sweet Romantic Comedy (Some Kind of Love) by Jenny Proctor

Author:Jenny Proctor [Proctor, Jenny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Four Petal Press
Published: 2020-06-22T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Alex

I led Dani across the patio and through the garden to the kitchen house at the back of the property. Many of the homes in the historic district expanded the main house to reincorporate the kitchen houses, once city ordinances no longer required the kitchens to be separate structures, but some still stood separate.

“1807,” I said, as we approached the door.

“What?” Dani asked.

“That’s when this house was built. 1807.”

“Wow. Is that older than your house?”

“Much older. Well, sort of. The original Randall house was built in 1797, but it was lost to fire in 1861. I guess they weren’t able to rebuild until 1870, so the house now isn’t all that old.”

“Right. 150 years isn’t old at all.”

I grinned over my shoulder. “It’s all relative in a city like this.”

“I’d like to see your house sometime.”

I paused and turned around, pushing my hands into the back pockets of my jeans. “Really?”

Pink crept up her cheeks. “Is that weird? I don’t mean anything by it. Just, for the history, you know?”

I nodded. She had to mean the house’s history, but the first thing that came to mind was our history. “Yeah. Sure. I’d love to show you.”

I turned and faced forward again, pushing open the studio door. Dani was tense, obviously uncomfortable in my presence, but we were at least talking. That had to be a step in the right direction.

I pulled Dani’s suitcases into the room then stepped aside so she could follow me in. “Do you see there, on the right? Just hit that first light switch.”

She flipped the switch and the room flooded with light. Her eyes went wide. “Wow.”

I followed her gaze as she took in the cameras, the lights, the full set of Random I.

“So this is where the magic happens.” She tugged at her hair, damp and slightly frizzed from the rain, like she wanted to pull it into submission, then settled for tucking it behind her ears.

I couldn’t decide if the hint of something in her voice was sarcasm or actual awe. Sarcasm wouldn’t have surprised me; she’d never made her disdain for Isaac’s profession a secret. Still, the studio was impressive. For her to be dismissive felt cruel, even for her.

Even after a year of dating Dani and another year of working with Isaac, I still wasn’t sure I understood their relationship. Sometimes it seemed like they were almost getting along, but the bad blood clearly ran deep and boiled up to the surface at the most random moments. At the same time, there was a ferocity to them both, to the way they spoke about each other. They definitely cared and would do anything, if it truly came down to it, to protect the other. But getting them to interact as friends was nearly impossible.

“What’s down there?” Dani asked, motioning down the hallway.

“That’s the chop shop. Where they do all the editing and mixing and all those other production words I don’t know anything about.”

“Hey Isaac, is that you?” a voice called down the hall.

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