By the time Romi pulled into Jack’s driveway, which was currently
gravelled because they were going to get it repaved, although they’d been
waiting to get it done since they bought the house two and a half years
before, she felt absolutely drained.
“I’m in so much trouble,” Romi moaned the second her brother answered
the door and she stepped inside.
He and Amy were in the process of renovating and it was always a
disaster somewhere. Fortunately, the living room and kitchen were already
finished, but she could literally smell paint drying and drywall dust coming
from somewhere else in the house. It mingled with the cheesy, delicious
scent of pizza, which was kind of confusing.
“Nice to see you too.” Jack rolled his eyes. “Is this the kind of trouble
that pizza and beer can’t fix? Are we talking legal trouble? Do I need to
find a good lawyer?”
“No. Not that kind of trouble.”
“Aha. I see. So it is the kind extra cheese and a good beer can do
wonders for.”
“I’m not sure about that,” Romi groaned.
Jack shook his head. “Well, go sit down on the couch. I’ll bring
everything in and then you can tell me all about it. Or just give the me the
bare bones, sketchy details. Whatever you want to say, I’ll listen.”
Romi nodded as she went and parked it in the living room. The house
wasn’t huge, and the living room was on the small side, but that only made
it feel comfy. Jack and Amy had a house that felt lived in and loved in. The
walls were painted a cool, neutral gray and the floors were dark hardwood,
but somehow the room had a warm feeling, even with the dark curtains at
either side of the large window and the blinds closed to outside. A floor
lamp stood in the right corner beside the black leather couch, and it spilled
golden light into the room. The pot lights in the ceiling were dimmed down,
but they too gave off a golden hue.