One Hundred Glances (An Aspen Cove Small Town Romance Book 14) by Kelly Collins

Author:Kelly Collins [Collins, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Book Nook Press
Published: 2020-07-15T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

At Red’s house, Sosie tried to sit in the car, but he coaxed her to come inside and help. She had a good handle on color, and it was fun watching her light up when she talked about how things blended together.

“I hear you’re a wizard with color, Sosie,” Red said.

Baxter watched her cheeks pink from the compliment.

“Color has always been my passion.” Her smile faltered. “I miss it.”

“Is there a particular color you miss?” Red asked.

She giggled. “Red, of course.”

“It’s the best,” Red said.

Baxter set his hand at the small of Sosie’s back and moved with her to the kitchen. “Red chose painted green, antiqued cabinets.”

“What color green?”

He knew she’d want specifics and imagined she could still visualize every color she’d ever seen in her mind.

“I’d call it sage. What about you, Red?”

“I guess. I know nothing about color. All I know is I liked the aged look, and it seemed to go with my brand-new Victorian.”

“There’s an oxymoron for you,” she said. “What do you plan to do with the counters and floors?”

“I think that’s why you and Baxter are here.”

“I’d stay neutral.” Baxter turned to look at Sosie. “What do you think?”

“I agree. What about something that pulls the dusky tones from the sage like a silver-gray, or if you want something warmer, how about a sandstone or buff-colored counter?”

Baxter pulled a sample brochure from behind the papers on his clipboard, and Red pointed to the fabricated buff-colored stone counter.

They talked about the flooring, which would be a golden oak and picked out tile for the bathrooms.

Sosie’s exuberance came forth each time they spoke about color palettes. She lived for color and was now in a colorless world, and he didn’t know how she survived.

They left Red’s house with a promise to return once the materials arrived. It wouldn’t take him long to complete the band members’ homes once he started.

Baxter watched her buckle herself into the car and sit patiently until he turned the key.

“Where to now?” she asked.

“I have to work on tearing up the old floors in Merrick’s house.”

“Oh,” her shoulders slumped forward. “I guess I’ll go sit in the diner then.”

It was obvious she enjoyed spending time with him, and he with her. He questioned the wisdom of bringing a sight-impaired woman to a construction zone. What could it hurt?

“Do you want to come with me?”

Her shoulders uncurled, and her chin lifted. “Can I? I promise not to get in the way.”

He had a thought but wasn’t sure if it was wise. “If you’re coming along, you’re working.”

“I am?”

“Are you feeling frustrated with your situation?”

“Beyond.” She shifted, so she halfway faced him.

Was it a habit that made her turn to him like a sunflower to the sun—a learned behavior to face those who spoke to you, or was it something more?

After spending the night in her bed, they seemed like something more. He hadn’t made any moves to make it so, but he felt differently about her today than yesterday.

“You can take your frustrations out on the floor.

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