What Happens in the Ruins by Kelsey McKnight

Author:Kelsey McKnight
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance
ISBN: 9781950510467
Publisher: Tule Publishing Group, LLC
Published: 2019-05-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

I sat crossed-legged on the floor of Danny’s kirk, waiting for the light to hit the stained glass windows. He sat beside me on the blanket, unpacking the small breakfast he had prepared. We had been there since dawn and I had brought my paints with me. Since the night of the engagement party, my creative juices were flowing and the paint was practically spraying over the canvas.

“I booked a show this morning,” I said as Danny unscrewed the top of the thermos and poured us both a cup of tea.

“Oh? Where?”

“It’s a gallery in Inverness a month from tomorrow.”

“Well aren’t you a busy wee bee? You can stay at mine that night.”

I sipped my tea, my gaze darting from the canvas to the colorful panes above. “Thanks. I’m just glad I’ve finished the murals for the opening tonight so I can focus on my last pieces.”

“Have ye a lot to do?”

“No. I’ve about thirty pieces ready and my agent will take a look and help me decide what to feature.”

“It’ll be nice to see your work.”

“Without you, I don’t think there’d be a show at all. I don’t think I really thanked you for being so patient and helping me lug all my art supplies all over the Highlands.”

He leaned over and kissed the part of my shoulder my shirt exposed. “All I did was spend time with ye.”

“Still, I consider you my lucky charm.”

“Don’t tell me you’ll wash your hands o’ me now?”

“Don’t be a prat,” I said, wiping my brush clean. “If I do that, then I won’t have unlimited access to this fantastic kirk.”

“User. Ye only want me for my architecture. Gold-digging trollop.”

I laughed. “Knock it off. You’re still coming to the castle opening, right?”

“Aye. In fact, I’ve my things in the car.”

“Staying the night?”

“I was thinkin’ about it, if a certain lass does no’ mind sharin’ her bed?”

“I could be persuaded.”

“And who says I mean you?”

I rolled my eyes and swiped the scone out of his hand. “My room or no room. That’s the deal.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say ye were becomin’ a wee bit attached to me.”

“So dramatic.”

I didn’t like the direction the conversation was going. And I didn’t like that I couldn’t tell his tone either. Usually, I had a slight idea of his true thoughts, but not then. He still had a faint smile on his lips, and didn’t appear to be overly firm or pressuring. He just drank his tea and flipped casually through one of my sketchbooks.

I wasn’t paying attention and stopped at one of the pages, one where I had drawn his lips over and over, trying to capture the life they held. He turned to the next, my study of his eyes, and again, to the page of his face, half formed and then abandoned when I realized it could never hold a candle to the real thing. Heat burrowed its way into my cheeks, filling my breast with fire.

“Here, let me see that,” I said, holding my hand out.

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