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Authors: Kris Jayne
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I’m thinking blues, light greens—peaceful, like the ocean. Sort of like a seaside spa.”
“I can see that, or I can also see something that fits a little bit more with our environment. Still green but with neutrals. Woods, water, trees—still nature, but more local.”
“You might be right.”
Melissa pulled a folder from her bag and opened it on Alexa’s desk. She spread some clippings from decorator and travel magazines with images of oceanside homes and out-of-the-way spas in exotic locales.
Melissa’s voice turned dreamy. “I love the feel of them.”
Alexa could see why. Even in the 2-D images of magazine clippings, she could feel the sense of peace and centeredness that she also wanted for the end result. “These look great. We need to show all of this to the decorator. Do you think you might have time next Wednesday?”
“Maybe in the afternoon. Let me check my schedule and get back to you. I have a regular client who wanted to reschedule for that day.”
“Okay. Just text me or call me.” Alexa flicked the corner of a clipping with her finger.
“Sounds good.” Melissa made a note in her phone. “What are you going to do for Valentine’s weekend?”
“Probably nothing. Netflix. Homemade cocktails. I could use some down time.”
Melissa said nothing, but wrinkled her nose.
“I’m single. It’s what you do when you’re single.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Uh, huh. And it speaks volumes.”
“It’s not as if you aren’t interested in Graham. You said the sex was good. I don’t get you.”
“I know.” No one did .
* * *
S arah Larson texted Graham the fundraiser meeting wouldn’t start at their house until eight, but not trusting Austin traffic, Graham left his west Austin home extra early and arrived south of town much sooner than anticipated.
With nearly twenty minutes to spare, he parked in front of Toby and Sarah’s and sat in his car, going through work emails. He didn’t know them well enough to show up early and knock on their door.
Ten minutes later, the roar and screech of a shining blue BMW zooming to a sudden stop behind him made Graham’s head jerk up. In the sliver of his rearview mirror, he saw the wild curls of his favorite gym owner. She bounded out of the car, lugging a leather briefcase, and rushed past him.
Graham got out to follow.
“Alexa.”
She stopped and whirled around. “Oh, I didn’t see you.”
“Hello to you, too.”
“Sorry. I’m in my own head this afternoon. Gym stuff and spa stuff.”
Graham hoped she wasn’t having any delays with her construction. He’d been on top of his people to make sure they responded to whatever she needed—whatever any of the new tenants needed.
Charlie, the supervisor for Alexa’s property, had assured him everything was moving smoothly.
“Let me know if you need anything. I’d be happy to take care of it.”
“Oh, no, the electrical issue got straightened out. That’s not a problem. It’s not—we just have a lot going on.”
Alexa waved off the topic and hustled toward the house.
Whatever was on her mind, it didn’t involve him.
“Well, I’m here to help. Your construction. The event. Whatever.”
Alexa stopped and beckoned Graham to walk beside her. “It’s nice of you to help with this. Have you met Poppy yet? She’s adorable.”
“I didn’t get to meet her. She was at school, but I’m looking forward to it. I love seeing parents with their kids. It gives me hope that the next generation won’t be a screwed up as sometimes I think they’ll be.”
Alexa tittered with laughter. “I know what you mean. Sort of. Although, I’ve seen some parents that let me know the next generation might be exactly as screwed up as I think they’ll be.”
“Ahh, a cynic.”
“I’m a realist, not a cynic. At least most of the time.”
A small smile curled the edges of Alexa’s mouth. The glow of the porch light tipped the edges of her curls slightly golden.
She edged in
“I can see that, or I can also see something that fits a little bit more with our environment. Still green but with neutrals. Woods, water, trees—still nature, but more local.”
“You might be right.”
Melissa pulled a folder from her bag and opened it on Alexa’s desk. She spread some clippings from decorator and travel magazines with images of oceanside homes and out-of-the-way spas in exotic locales.
Melissa’s voice turned dreamy. “I love the feel of them.”
Alexa could see why. Even in the 2-D images of magazine clippings, she could feel the sense of peace and centeredness that she also wanted for the end result. “These look great. We need to show all of this to the decorator. Do you think you might have time next Wednesday?”
“Maybe in the afternoon. Let me check my schedule and get back to you. I have a regular client who wanted to reschedule for that day.”
“Okay. Just text me or call me.” Alexa flicked the corner of a clipping with her finger.
“Sounds good.” Melissa made a note in her phone. “What are you going to do for Valentine’s weekend?”
“Probably nothing. Netflix. Homemade cocktails. I could use some down time.”
Melissa said nothing, but wrinkled her nose.
“I’m single. It’s what you do when you’re single.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Uh, huh. And it speaks volumes.”
“It’s not as if you aren’t interested in Graham. You said the sex was good. I don’t get you.”
“I know.” No one did .
* * *
S arah Larson texted Graham the fundraiser meeting wouldn’t start at their house until eight, but not trusting Austin traffic, Graham left his west Austin home extra early and arrived south of town much sooner than anticipated.
With nearly twenty minutes to spare, he parked in front of Toby and Sarah’s and sat in his car, going through work emails. He didn’t know them well enough to show up early and knock on their door.
Ten minutes later, the roar and screech of a shining blue BMW zooming to a sudden stop behind him made Graham’s head jerk up. In the sliver of his rearview mirror, he saw the wild curls of his favorite gym owner. She bounded out of the car, lugging a leather briefcase, and rushed past him.
Graham got out to follow.
“Alexa.”
She stopped and whirled around. “Oh, I didn’t see you.”
“Hello to you, too.”
“Sorry. I’m in my own head this afternoon. Gym stuff and spa stuff.”
Graham hoped she wasn’t having any delays with her construction. He’d been on top of his people to make sure they responded to whatever she needed—whatever any of the new tenants needed.
Charlie, the supervisor for Alexa’s property, had assured him everything was moving smoothly.
“Let me know if you need anything. I’d be happy to take care of it.”
“Oh, no, the electrical issue got straightened out. That’s not a problem. It’s not—we just have a lot going on.”
Alexa waved off the topic and hustled toward the house.
Whatever was on her mind, it didn’t involve him.
“Well, I’m here to help. Your construction. The event. Whatever.”
Alexa stopped and beckoned Graham to walk beside her. “It’s nice of you to help with this. Have you met Poppy yet? She’s adorable.”
“I didn’t get to meet her. She was at school, but I’m looking forward to it. I love seeing parents with their kids. It gives me hope that the next generation won’t be a screwed up as sometimes I think they’ll be.”
Alexa tittered with laughter. “I know what you mean. Sort of. Although, I’ve seen some parents that let me know the next generation might be exactly as screwed up as I think they’ll be.”
“Ahh, a cynic.”
“I’m a realist, not a cynic. At least most of the time.”
A small smile curled the edges of Alexa’s mouth. The glow of the porch light tipped the edges of her curls slightly golden.
She edged in
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