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Sofia squirmed in her seat, not sure how to take the news that her tension with Adrian was visible enough to be a plot point. “But there’s nothing…” No, she couldn’t lie. There wassomething,but damned if she would put a label on it and sell it on TV. “I don’t know what it is, but you’re right about one thing. He sure is hot.”
“I have to tell you, this is one of the best reality shows I’ve ever gotten to work on. No flies in the jungle or mud races, and watching these guys swinging hammers all day is no hardship.”
“I envy you.”
“Why? You get to work with them all the time.”
Sofia rolled her eyes. “Exactly. Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. I’m the boss’s daughter, and I’m in charge of everyone’s paperwork and payroll. No one wants to mess with that.”
“That sucks. So then you and Winston never?” Trina was fiddling with her camera and avoiding eye contact.
“Winston? No. Never. He’s kind of a loner, but does solid drywall work. We use him on a lot of jobs. Why?”
“Just curious.”
“Just curious, or just interested?” Sofia prodded as she turned onto the Shahs’ street.
“Oh, look here we are!”
“So you can dish it but you can’t take it?”
“There’s a reason I’m behind the camera, honey, not in front.” Trina hustled out of the car the minute it stopped moving, and Sofia chuckled before she let it drop.
If the camerawoman had the hots for one of her guys, she didn’t care. Good for her. As long as it wasn’ther guy.
Trina got her camera up and rolling to catch Sofia approaching the door. Farha Shah answered the door on the first knock.
“Hi. It’s good to see you. Are you ready for the furniture walk-through?”
“I’m a little nervous. I tried to get everything cleaned up, but I can’t reach under the sofas anymore.” She ruefully rubbed her belly.
“Don’t worry about that. I promise no one will be judging. Why don’t you take me on a tour of your house? Tell me which pieces you love, which have sentimental value, and which you want to pitch in the dumpster.”
“That’s easy enough. Let’s start in here.” Trina sprinted ahead of them to set up the shot as Farha led Sofia into the living room.
“What pieces in here really fit your style?”
“I love the TV cabinet. We took an old wooden sideboard and repurposed it. But it’s looking old, and I’m afraid to keep the flaking paint around the baby.”
“But if we could redo it, would you want to keep it?”
“I’d love that. Gautam and I picked it out together, our first piece of furniture together. I just want it to be safe.”
Sofia cheered internally. If Seth could work miracles, she’d just solved the kitchen island problem. “Is there anything else in the room that you like?”
“I like the sculpture in the corner. My roommate from college does metal work, and she made it for our wedding.” The geometric twisting form definitely spoke to two lovers entwined. Sofia could see exactly where she’d put it in the new house.
“I want her number. That is stunning. What else?”
“Nothing else. I hate the couch. I hate the coffee tables. The dog has peed on the rug more times than I can count. I want it all gone.”
“I can do that. I’m thinking a darker neutral, maybe with a pattern on the couch since it’s going to be well-loved by children in the coming years. Do you like the style of the couch? Maybe I could recover it…”
“No. I hate the whole thing. It doesn’t fit our style at all. It was a hand-me-down, and we are ready to upgrade.”
Damn. There went that idea for saving money. Thank goodness she had her game face on today. “No problem at all. Why don’t we see if there’s anything worth salvaging in the dining room?”
“Cut!” Trina called out. “That looked great. Let me go get set up in there so I can get a good shot. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
