Finding Home by Carolyne Aarsen

Author:Carolyne Aarsen [Aarsen, Carolyne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Misty Ridge Publishing
Published: 2020-02-05T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“So this is one of the colors of glass I want to use for the grass in the windows,” Naomi said, carefully laying the two sheets of verdigris glass she had bought today out on the kitchen table. “If you don’t like it, I can get a lighter color.”

It was early evening yet. Naomi had returned from her trip to Calgary and Shannon, who had been taking care of Brittany while Naomi was gone, had just left. Brittany was sleeping. She had been extra tired today according to Shannon, but her blood pressure was good, as was her blood sugar.

Shannon and Jess had helped Naomi unload the boxes of glass. Now Naomi was going through them, her heart quickening at the sight of all the colors, her hands almost trembling in their eagerness to start cutting and planning.

She glanced over at Jess, but he wasn’t looking at the glass. He was looking at her.

Warmth seeped into her cheeks. Since that evening, when he had brushed her cheek with a kiss she hadn’t stopped, everything had shifted between them.

Even though Naomi was still not sure what to think or what to allow, she found her resistance to him and to a relationship with him slowly breaking down. Questions still lingered, but she pushed them aside. Jess might say he’s not father material, but what she had seen of his relationship with Brittany, a girl whom he wasn’t responsible for, had shone a ray of hope on the shadows of her doubts.

“Looks good to me,” Jess said, coming closer. He lifted another pane of glass from the carefully packed box and held it up to the fading light of the sun. “I like the look of the swirls of white in this glass.”

“It’s supposed to be the snow. I was initially leaning toward glue chip glass because it looks like frost, but I’m using more opalescent than cathedral glass so it will blend better.” Naomi carefully lifted another sheet of blue glass out of the box, a frisson of excitement flickered through her as she held it up to the light. “This water glass is one of my favorites.”

Jess stepped close enough to look through the glass that she could feel the warmth of his body close to hers.

The whistle of the kettle and Jess’s proximity made her lower the glass and hurry toward the stove. “Do you want some coffee?” she asked, disappointed that she sounded so breathless.

“Sure, I’d love a cup. But I can make it.”

She waved off his offer. Her hands trembled as she spooned coffee into the press and then poured water over the grounds. She pulled out two mismatched mugs and when the coffee was ready, filled them.

She spooned sugar into her coffee, then handed him the larger mug as he pulled out a chair for her.

With a murmured thanks she sat down and jarred a sheet of glass lying on the edge of the table. It teetered and as she reached for it, she let loose her grip on her mug.

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