Page 71 of Just a Beta (Betas in Waiting)
Emhara said, “I need to see it.”
“You will.I will have a print made when you get us the family portraits.”She winked.
“So, you have a few weeks, just because of stupid oil paint drying.I got some medium to speed it up, but I am going to be careful with them.”
Micro was on her lap again, and she had her arms around him with her head on his back.The guys handed the cats over to Persephone, and soon, they were all sporting white collars.That meant they had been adopted.Samsor disappeared with Persephone, and when they returned, they were beaming, and it was time to head out and gear up the house for the new arrivals.
The pet store Persephone suggested took a look at pictures of Micro and Donut, and they walked to a different part of the store.
At one point, Samsor said, “I knew I bought that house for a reason.But we do need a housekeeper.Someone needs to make sure you don’t succumb to oil paint fumes.”
“Hah.”
“I am serious.We are sure that the greatest danger to you is contained, but we need someone with you when we can’t be.”
“If they can be my driver, too, that would be nice.”She looked at him.“I am thinking that my driving isn’t that great.I had to do it, but I don’t like it.”
He looked at her.“Fair.Okay, housekeeper and driver.We can do that.”
“Tell Carlos.He might have some ideas.They always had a lot of staff.”
He nodded.“He has already suggested a few members from his household.They can also do bodyguard duty.”
“I am not really worried about that.”
“Yes, but we are, and he is.They are still a danger to you.”
“I know.But they are currently restrained, so I have to find comfort in that.”
He nodded.
Emhara watched the guys unloading everything and moving it into one of the main-floor rooms after they put two cat trees in each main space except for the kitchen.
The litter boxes were in a small storage room with good ventilation.
Toros showed up, and they continued the wardrobe project.
Emhara got to work on the oils and started to rough in the background and flesh tones.
She hummed along and passed a few happy hours before there was a knock on the door frame.She blinked slowly as her vision reeled in to the world around her.She looked and smiled.“Hey, Duran.”
He walked over to her, removed the palette from her hand, and set her brush down before kissing her.When she was limp against him, he smiled.“It’s dinner time.”
“Oh.I have to clean my brushes.”
“Then do it, clean up, and I will escort you to dinner.”
She cleaned up quickly, astonished to find her hands painted, but she settled her palette on a small table and stretched.“I just have to wash my hands, and we are good.”
He was staring at the images.“Em, you are extraordinary.”
“Apparently, I always have been.”She bumped her hip against his.“But I am going to need a smock or a sacrificial shirt from one of you guys.I messed up this dress.”
“It still looks lovely on you.”He escorted her to the restroom and waited outside.
She did all the things she had been putting off while she worked, and she could smell latex paint.“What was painted?”
“Your new wardrobe and dressing room.We worked Toros like a rented mule, but he is desperate for you to paint a mural in Myrtle’s study, so we could get him to put that addition on if we wanted, he wouldn’t bat an eye.”
