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“I’m trying.”
She touched his cheek. “You’re doing great.”
He started to lean in to kiss her, then stopped and took a step back. “Dammit. Why does that keep happening?”
Joey laughed. “Our past is trying to catch up to us.”
“We can’t let it, right?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s not a totally absurd idea.”
“Hmm. Just slightly absurd?”
“Yeah.”
“I can deal with slightly absurd. Maybe next time I won’t stop myself.”
She smiled. “Maybe next time I won’t mind.”
Chapter thirty-one
"What a magnificent show of manliness."
Joey and Sage were in one of the bigger upstairs bedrooms painting the walls a dusty mauve. Joey stepped back to the middle of the empty room and studied the color.
“Do you think it’s too pink?”
Sage laughed. “Too late now. We’ve painted three walls already.”
Joey cocked her head and squinted her eyes. “You’re right. It’s fine. It has to be fine.”
Sage went to stand next to her. “I like it. Especially with the mahogany trim around the windows and doors.”
“I think I want to paint each room a different color.”
“Yes. I love that. Then you can tell the bellhop, ‘Take the Stevensons to the rose room.’”
Joey laughed. “Bellhop?”
“Whatever.”
“By the time I get this place ready, Finn will be old enough to carry luggage for our guests.”
“No. It’s coming along.” She glanced at Finn, who was in the corner playing with some building blocks. “He’s a good boy, Joey.”
“He is. Isn’t he?”
“So, you guys are going to go check out the H O R S E today?”
“Yes. He sounds like a pretty great one. But I’m a little worried Finn won’t be ready for him.”
“Don’t worry. J.T. won’t put Finn on anything he’s not ready for. But if he’s perfect for a few months down the road, then J.T. wants to get him before someone else does.”
“Yeah. That’s what he said.”
“You can trust J.T. with Finn. If anything, he’s too cautious.” She took her phone from her pocket and checked the time. “He’s also late. He was supposed to be here already. I think the jerk flaked out on us. At least for the painting.”
“Jerk?” J.T. came through the door. “The jerk was getting some lunch for the painters.”
