So Much for Boundaries (Shower & Shelter Artist Collective Book 3) by Brooke St. James

Author:Brooke St. James [St. James, Brooke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue House Press
Published: 2017-02-15T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 12

"Hey," I said. "Merry Christmas."

"What are you doing?" Lane asked.

"We were filming," I said, unsure of what he meant exactly.

"I meant what are you doing for Christmas."

"Nothing. I mean, Linda said I could go over to her house, but I'm not sure what I'll do yet. There's about ten of us just staying here, so I won't be alone or anything. What are you doing?"

My relationship with Lane had been distant to the point that I was nervous and awkward about interacting with him. I kept glancing into my room for fear that we were being overheard by the crew.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothin'."

"I didn't know if you wanted to come with me to Maine or whatever," he said. "I'm leaving tomorrow to go spend Christmas with my family."

"For how long?"

"I'll come back the day after Christmas."

I stared at him with a stunned expression. I wasn't sure how we'd gone from all business to would you come with me on a five-day trip to meet my parents.

"It was probably a bad idea for me to ask," Lane said, taking in my stunned silence. "My mom actually asked me to see what you were doing for Christmas. She loves that painting, and she… Anyway, I just didn't want you to be by yourself."

"Linda and Whitney have me volunteering at the food bank tomorrow afternoon. I think they signed us up for a shift to help them sort some canned goods. I would love to go with you, but I already told them I'd be there."

"We can leave the next day if you think you want to come," Lane said. "I was just planning on heading up tomorrow because I'm done here."

Lane's hair was almost black, and I got lost in the contrast of it against those light eyes. He tilted his head to break my stare.

"Zoe."

"Yes, oh, I mean, I don't want to make you a day late on your trip or anything, but I would love to go to your house for Christmas."

"Really?"

I nodded and stared at him like he must be crazy. "Definitely. I'd love to. I already told the girls I'd be there tomorrow, but if you'll wait—"

"What girls?" he asked.

"Linda and Whitney and them."

His expression was comically confused because there were no Lindas nor Whitneys at the collective.

"The beauty shop," I said, smiling at Lane's expression. "I'm a fan of old school beauty shops."

He nodded. "You've done some of that stuff in your paintings, and you told me about Fran's," he said.

"Well, I have a Fran's here in New York, only it's called The Snip and Curl. Linda and Whitney own it. They're a mother-daughter team. It's a boosted-up, much trendier version of Fran's, but same idea—that vintage feel and everything."

"I didn't know you hung out in a beauty shop."

"I looked it up and went there when I first moved here. It was back when I painted that one of the old hair dryer."

"I thought that was out of your mind," Lane said. "Something you remembered from Fran's.

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