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“Not helping,” she whispered.
“I know. Fortunately, I’m sitting down,” he said.
Without any conscious decision on her part, her eyes dropped to his lap.
“Yeah, it’s hot in the car.” He grinned. He’d obviously seen her noticing his desire.
She tried to pull her hand from his, but he glanced at her. “Don’t, please? Told you I need to touch you.”
Slowly she exhaled. It was time to talk about this. “It’s... Our reactions are only because of the weird situation we’re in. You know that, don’t you? It’s quite normal for two people thrown together in such a tense situation to...well, maybe, develop feelings for... To develop feelings. But it’s not real; it’s only because of the circumstances. Once Mark is caught, you will disappear, as you tend to do, and life will return to normal.”
He didn’t answer, just gave her another enigmatic look. The next minute, he bent forward and turned the volume up. “Isn’t this the song you danced to the other day? ‘Crazy Beautiful’—is that the title?”
“Yeah, it is. But I wouldn’t have thought you listen to country music.” She grinned.
“I don’t usually, but since I’ve seen you dancing to the tune, I’ve heard it again a few times.”
...Beautiful to me, the singer crooned.
“Beautiful to me,” Blake murmured the words, glancing at her.
She inhaled shakily. What the man could do to her with just a look.Talk.She should talk. The fire. There were still so many unanswered questions. That was what they should be talking about. “Tell me about the fire, please? The shop—any damage there?” she asked.
“No damage in the shop, fortunately. The door to the studio probably needs to be replaced—you’ll have to see. But the smell will be bad for a couple of days.” He then told her about his conversation with the fire chief.
“So, it was definitely arson?” she asked.
“They’re waiting for the official report, but that’s what it looks like, yes.”
“The studio—is it bad?”
“You should prepare yourself for the worst. It’s a mess. What the fire hadn’t destroyed, the water probably did. There may be some jars you could salvage, but I doubt it.”
Lindsay had to swallow a few times to get rid of the lump in her throat. She wanted to stamp her feet and shout out her frustration, but it wasn’t going to help anyone. Nor was crying going to achieve anything. Charlie had mentioned the insurance, the possibility of planning the studio she wanted.
By the time they drove into Alisson, she’d planned a whole new studio in her head.
