Page 90 of Secrets Hidden In The Glass
He got in, sat down, and leaned against the back. “It’s nice. Come on in.”
She pulled her hair into a loose bun and got in, making herself comfortable against his chest. “Mmm. Nice.”
He wrapped his arms around her and sighed. “And this is how you end a day, folks.”
She rested her head on his shoulder. “Agreed.”
“Tell me more about today.”
She caressed his arms with her hands. “Everything went off without a hitch. Even the rain we ended up getting wasn’t a problem.”
He settled his cheek against her temple. “Good.”
“Leah stopped by.”
He frowned. “I thought she was in Boston.”
“She was heading back to the mainland today, but she wanted to see Brad before she left.”
He nodded. “Makes sense.”
“She asked me to give her a hand with Grandpa Morris’s retirement party—do the flowers and centerpieces. Kind of pick out whatever I think will work.”
He whistled through his teeth. “Clearly, you’ve made quite an impression. Leah’s very picky—a perfectionist. My mom’s griped about that more than a few times over the years.”
“She likes my work.”
“As she should.” He palmed her breasts, feeling her nipples pebbling against his skin.
She moved her hands to slide them up and down his legs. “Leah also mentioned that the Sanderson Women’s Society wants me to do another class with them. Some of the teachers at the school want to join in.”
“Callie Davis. Kicking ass wherever she goes.”
She chuckled.
“So, are you going to do it?”
“I had fun. I’m thinking we could try a more intricate suncatcher. If Molly will bake some goodies, it would make it even better. Chocolate and art. How can you go wrong?”
“You guys should start some sort of club or whatever—where people come to do a class and eat or whatnot. I bet you two would make a killing.”
She turned her head, looking at him. “Do you think we could?”
He nodded. “Without a doubt. World-renowned Callie Davis teaching stained glass while your students eat my sister’s cooking.”
Her brow furrowed as she faced forward.
“What?” He gave her a gentle nudge. “Something I said upset you.”
“No.” She sighed. “It’s just that I don’t want to be world-renowned.”
“But you are.” He kissed her cheek. “You can’t escape it, so use it to your advantage. On your own terms.”
She moved her hands over his skin again. “It’s never been on my terms—or not since college.”
“I think that started to change when you talked to Marion Thursday.”
She grew silent, but he smiled as he kissed the back of her neck, well aware that the gears were turning in that head of hers.
