Coralyn turned and brushed her palm over Giana’s frozen
 
 cheek, her heart swelling so hard that it melted through the
 
 frigid weather. “I think that we’re perfectly matched, even
 
 though we’re so different.”
 
 “That’s what everyone says works out the best.”
 
 They’d been living together for six months. Giana sold her
 
 huge, sprawling house and they’d moved into an old Victorian
 
 style, three story, gingerbread deal that wasn’t Giana’s style at
 
 all. Coralyn had been so stunned when she suggested it.
 
 They’d had to do massive amounts of renovations, but it came
 
 in handy, having a girlfriend who owned a real estate
 
 development company and working there too. They both knew
 
 people and the renovations had been done in a matter of
 
 months.
 
 They were no longer living in a dusty disaster zone, and
 
 while those months had been hard, they’d been so rewarding.
 
 They’d done what they could together, another thing that
 
 surprised Coralyn. Giana was real good with a brush and
 
 roller, and she was also pretty handy with tools and wood and
 
 drywall. Her bossiness paid off, because she coordinated all
 
 the jobs that had to be done, all the trades that had to come in,
 
 and done all the ordering like a pro. And she’d even let
 
 Coralyn do the budgeting and expensing, even though they
 
 didn’t have a set budget. Giana had said it would cost what it
 
 cost, and she wasn’t sparing any expense at turning the house
 
 into something magazine worthy on the inside. Now, the house
 
 was all character on the outside, and a mix of ultra-modern
 
 and super classic on the inside.
 
 Coralyn had gotten her way and kept the classic style
 
 windows, the built-in bookshelves, and most of the original