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Giving herself a quick mental shake, she refocused on the tablet. "The app isn't designed for what I'm doing. But it works." She showed him the bit of work she'd already done--a galloping horse and a chariot.
"I've only just hired you for the project and yet you've already put together a vision of it." His gaze roamed her face, as if he were memorizing her features so that he could capture them on canvas. From out of the blue she suddenly found herself wondering if he'd painted any of the artwork in his house, even though he'd never said anything to her about being an artist himself.
"I dream these things at night," she told him. "Right before I go to sleep, I'm planning, visualizing. Then, while I'm dreaming, things are created."
"You're amazing, Charlie."
No one had ever built up her confidence like this. Her father had praised her, and her mother always believed in her, but neither of them had seen the same vision in her work. She tried to do that for her students, whether they were learning a trade to take into the workforce or creating a masterpiece. But for Sebastian, the ability to help a person see his or her own uniqueness was innate.
And so was his ability to make her admit things she hadn't planned on giving away. "I've never had anyone tell me I'm amazing. Or magnificent." She wanted to grab him, kiss him, wrap herself around him. "It's nice. And also a little overwhelming."
"I'm overwhelmed too, Charlie."
When she could get her breath back at his unexpected statement, she had to ask, "Is that a good thing?"
He paused for several long beats. "I hope so."
They were standing together on the precipice of something that had the potential to be great. Unfortunately, she knew from personal experience that great potential could turn to great disappointment really fast.
Finally, she broke the heady silence between them. "I want to visit my mom this afternoon, so I'd better get to work."
"I'd like to come with you." At the mention of her mother, something changed in the air. She couldn't say exactly what, except that he seemed to vibrate, not with tension so much as intent. "If you don't mind."
"That's very sweet of you, but you've already spent so much time with me, and I know how busy you must be with work."
Honestly, the thought of a man who filled his remarkable home with dazzling, priceless art strolling into Shady Lane was horrifying. He would look at the institutional walls, ancient linoleum floors, and cramped rooms and be appalled that she could allow her mother to live there. Shady Lane was clean and passable, but there was none of the luxury he was used to.
He touched her cheek, sending sparks of electricity through her. "You create amazing art. And she created you, so I'd like to meet her."
Lord, he was sweet. So sweet that she felt churlish for saying no, especially when, besides Charlie, her mother didn't get any visitors. Francine Ballard would love to meet Sebastian, a man who would treat her like royalty, give her his whole focus, make her smile.
So despite all the inadequacies shrieking inside her, Charlie said the only thing she could. "She'd like that
a lot."
When he smiled his appreciation, then left her to do her work alone, she actually had to bite her lip to stop herself from begging him to stay.
*
"What beautiful flowers." Francine Ballard bent her head to inhale the fragrance of the blooms Sebastian brought her. "Thank you so much."
Charlie's mother was a tiny thing, her back bent and her fingers crooked, but she had a smile that lit her face. With her curved lips and sparkling eyes, he saw Charlie in her.
"It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Ballard," he said formally. "I'm Sebastian Montgomery."
Resting on the seat of her wheeled walker in the nursing home's lobby when they entered, she'd risen at the sight of Charlie, keeping steady with a grip on both handles. "Sebastian, please call me Francine. Let's put my flowers in the lounge so everyone can enjoy them. I'll lead the way."
She signaled her departure, turning the walker and heading past the nurse's station at a slow and steady pace. Despite the pain she must feel with each step, she didn't give up. He admired her tenacity.
"Looking sharp, Albert," she sang out as she cruised past an old man with cataracts that practically obscured his irises. Albert raised his hand in greeting, and Charlie patted his knee as she passed, drawing a smile from him.
Shady Lane was more like a hospital than a home. The floors were plain linoleum, the primary lighting fluorescent, and the chairs populating the lobby and halls resembled those in a doctor's office. The pictures lining the hallway walls had probably been purchased in bulk. Open doorways revealed two beds to a room with only a privacy curtain separating them. TVs were mounted in either corner, competing volumes screeching out into the hallway. Windows in the rooms were small, most with blinds closed. They passed a comatose woman in a bed, her mouth sagging, her curtain open as the nurse adjusted something on her monitor.
He hated himself for thinking it, but this wasn't a home. It was a place people came to die. He understood now why Charlie had stared at the check he'd written as if it were a lifeline. That money would change her mother's life. He wished he'd written double the amount, but he knew Charlie would never have taken it.
"Did you do your walk already today, Mom?" Charlie asked, leaning in close enough to Sebastian to give his heart a kick with her sweet scent.
"Three rounds. One more to go." Francine pointed to the pink bakery box in Charlie's hand, eyes twinkling. "I want to hear all about the sculpture you have planned for Sebastian's building, so let's have tea first."
