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So I stood in the wings, waiting for my two minutes, determined that even if she didn’t know exactly who I was, she’d know she was my entire world.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes closed. I rifled around his pockets. My smile widened as I grabbed the other three condoms he’d brought. With a toss, they all landed on his stomach. “Repeat.”
Her irises had a tint of violet at the center like nothing I’d ever seen. She was the loveliest thing in my life. No artwork I’d ever paint could compare to my daughter’s delicate beauty.
“It’s not the weekend. I thought this was a weekend sex thing.” “Do I look like a guy who gives a fuck what day it is?”
Lucy Ross Evans was hard not to love.
“No. I don’t need a big dream. I’d rather accomplish a small one,” I admitted. “I want a happy life. A simple home. I want to be around people who aren’t afraid to belly laugh and tell me they love me.”
Ev had the grit to gut out the hard moments. She had a smile that made the good ones shine like the sun.
She’d become a constant.
Savannah, there is no person in this world I love more than you.”
his fingertips lifted to my face. He traced my nose, bridge to tip, in one featherlight touch. A brushstroke. My heart dropped. All this time, the gentle touches on my face. The lines he’d drawn for months, the countless nights he’d traced my features. He’d been painting my face. And now the final result was on a canvas, framed in his gallery’s studio window, for all the world to see.
“Who are you and what have you done with my scowling husband?” He flashed me his breathtaking smile. “My wife told me to work on that scowl.”
