Page 82 of Until Tomorrow
“Nope!” Eva interrupted. “Paint chips are just fine. Come upstairs, please.”
“I have to park my car,” I said quickly, but she was already through the building door. Elliot’s laughter increased as he rounded the front of his truck.
“I’d hurry up if I were you,” he advised. “That woman’s on a roll with or without you.”
Damn right, she was. I hadn’t seen Eva this fired up in a while.
A rainbow had thrown up on our condo by the time I walked in.Everywhere.Blankets, throw pillows, quirky coffee cups, and more in a wide array of colors were spread across the living room. Just piles. All over the place.
In the middle of it all, my wife flitted around from place to place, emptying bags as she did so. The determination in her face was something.
“Eva… honey,” I began slowly, “what’re we doing here?”
“Why did you keep all my art?” she demanded, standing upright.That wasn’t the question I was expecting.
“I always loved your art,” I told her. “There was never a question about that. You’re talented, and you put so much into every piece. It only felt right that they were saved.”
“Thank you,” Eva said.
“For what?”
“For not throwing me out.”Like that was ever an option.“I don’t know… I just… I don’t know what I’m doing, Logan. I really don’t. But I will say going through everything brought up a lot of questions, or maybe some answers… I don’t know. But looking at everything and going through our old photos and just… Elliot wasn’t ready for the craziness he walked into when he showed up.”
“It’s not like he can’t handle it,” I reminded her.
“You wouldn’t believe how wise he is for a man who eats boned-in chicken wings with a fork,” she commented flippantly, making me laugh out loud. The fact that he did that never ceased to entertain her. “I don’t like all the white in here, sweetheart. It feels so… empty and gross and…”
Her head tipped back as she made a disgusted sound. My smile widened. I dropped the paint chips on the table and crossed the room. Wrapping my arms around her, I squeezed her tight and kissed the top of her head.
“Whatever you want, we’ll do it,” I told her.
“Can we paint?” Eva asked, leaning back to stare up at me. I kissed the tip of her nose.
“No,” I replied. Her scowl was immediate. “We can hire someone to paint it all for us because I don’t want to do it.”
“Can we paint the bedroom together?” she countered as she arched a delicate brow.
“That we can do,” I said, making her light up beautifully. Bedroom, I could do. Whole damn condo, no thank you. “Show me what you got? I’d love to know what you want to do with our home.”
And that was the end of our night. I let her pull me through every single little plan she had for our home. I hadn’t seen her so excited over anything in a long time.And I loved every part of it.
Chapter 43
Logan
“I’mcominginforan office break!” Loren’s loud voice announced his presence before I saw him. I laughed as he entered my office. It was after hours—far after hours—and I was trying to unravel a disaster in a set of contracts. I loved it when clients dropped bombs on me during last-minute meetings.
His handsome face was a welcome reprieve, and that big smile of his lifted the mood in the room.
“A human heist?” Loren offered.
“I believe that’s called kidnapping,” I replied.
“Kidnapping?” He frowned. “That doesn’t sound nearly as fun. That sounds like I might need a lawyer.”
I drew in a dramatic breath as I rotated slightly in my chair.
“Don’t know that I can help you there,” I teased. “What are you doing here?”
