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“Sounds like a plan. I know I can’t wait to hear it.”
“What song do you like by Sky? Sing it.”
I paused and squinted at him. “You’re trying to make me sing?”
“I like hearing you.”
I sang out a verse from a song that Paul wrote for her called “Loving You Is All I Have”.
Paul came over to my side and hugged my waist. “That’s it. We’re going on tour.”
“I can be your Linda McCartney, like a traveling muse.” Yes, I was fishing—hopeful—but who knew?
“I’d let you, Nadia. Being with you has brought more joy into my current compositions.” And then he smiled at me, and it was his candid, easy-going smile. It made him look younger. The noise of the boiling water broke our trance. He kissed my cheek and went back to his side of the kitchen island.
“Tell me what you and Xander have been working on this week.”
Paul’s interest in my studies never ceased to amaze me.
“Xander had an influencer wear his hat in a video on her channel, and he can’t stop talking about all the people asking where she got it. He’s trying to encourage me to do the same.”
“You’re doing more evening gowns, right?”
“Yes.” I put one perogy in hot water, and Paul left his side.
“I’ll put them in. That’s boiling water,” he said in a low tone.
I laughed. “I’ve been making perogies since I was twelve. You need your hands, too.”
He hovered nearby, but my heart melted at just how much he cared about making sure I was all right.
When the perogies were finally done, I felt shy serving the plate to him and held my breath as I watched him eat the first bite.
He moaned in delight. “Damn, this is good.” He filled his bowl with more, and I had to turn my head because of the emotions that rose in seeing him enjoy something I had made for him.
Paul left his seat, came around to my side, and lifted my chin. “These are the best perogies I’ve ever had in my life. You can always be a chef.”
I poked his side. “Stop teasing me.”
He kissed me, and I kissed him back with equal passion, then lightly pushed his chest. “Stand back. The top of the stove is still hot.”
“So are you.” He kissed me again before returning to his seat to finish his plate.
After cleaning up the kitchen, he left to play the piano. I gave him space by spending time in his library before joining him in the studio, where he was in a trance behind his baby grand piano. It was like he was absorbed and didn’t stop or lose concentration when I entered the room.
“You practice a lot.”
“You design every day. It’s a muscle that needs a workout to stay fit. Why do you draw every day?”
“I feel the pull inside of me to create, and when my vision takes shape, I feel alive.” That was the only way I could describe why I designed clothes.
He nodded in agreement. “That’s exactly how it is for me, too.”
He played another song, but something still nagged me. I loved that he found time to spend with me alone, but I wondered when he saw his family and close friends.
“I’ve never met anyone close to you, Paul.”
His hands hovered above the piano keys. “You’ve met my coworkers in Paris and Jacque and Lulu. I’ve introduced you to some of my staff during lunch. We’re in public together.”
