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She hugged him hard and held tight. “I don’t want to lose you, or this chance we have to start over.”
“Not over. To be together like we used to be. Like we are right now.”
She leaned back and stared at him. “That’s all I want. And a job.”
He cocked a brow. “You have a job.”
“That I’m not allowed to go to right now. So put me to work.”
“You’re serious?”
“Seriously bored and tired of my own company. And I desperately need a distraction from... everything.”
“What do you want to do? Muck out stalls, vaccinate the cows—”
She smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand. “No. I’m good at math, not manual labor. I could do the paperwork. Maybe clean the house. Do laundry. Something like that.”
“Paint the kitchen?”
“Sure.” It seemed an odd request, but why not?
“Dad and I have been talking about making some improvements.”
“You buy the paint and tape and stuff, I’ll do the job.” What else did she have to do but sit around waiting for a killer to come after her?
Dark, Kenna. Think happy thoughts.
Kissing Max again would make her very happy.
“Eat your lunch.” Max picked up his sandwich.
She did the same. They ate in silence for a little while.
“This could work,” he blurted out. “If you want tocatch me up on the paperwork in the office, that’d help a lot. I’ll show you how to do it. You could count stock and reorder what we need. I have a list that shows what we should have on hand and how much. And yeah, you pick the paint color, and we’ll redo the kitchen.”
“You and your father should pick the color.”
Max shook his head. “Nope. We’d probably end up with something equally as bad as what’s in there now. I’m sure you can come up with something that’s light and bright and makes it feel more inviting in there.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I am. If it was your kitchen, what would you do?”
She hesitated because she didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes or insult Max and his family for the choices they made back in the day that did not age well. “I’d cover up the dark green with a very pale blue. It would be so much brighter in there.”
“More cheerful, too,” Max added. “The dark color makes it feel closed-in. My mom chose the color. Dad grumbled about it, but he put it up on the walls anyway because she wanted it. Once it was up, his grumbling continued. I don’t think Mom liked it once it was on the walls either, but she didn’t ask him to change it.”
“She didn’t want him to be right.”
Max chuckled. “She didn’t want to hear him grumbling more about having to do it again.”
“Well, since I can’t go with you to the store to pick it out, you’ll have to either choose yourself or bring me some samples and I’ll choose.”
Max bumped his shoulder to hers. “I like the idea of us doing it together.”
She stuffed the last chip on her plate in her mouth. “How did I eat all of that without realizing it?”
“I kept you distracted and thinking of other things.”
