that charged the air between them like electricity in a thundercloud.
âRight.â The corners of her mouth twitched up. She had forgiven him, at least temporarily.
âIâm here, actually. But I travel some for work.â
âAspen?â
âJust outside. Iâm renting a house.â
âBut you stayed at the hotel for the wedding.â
âIt was more convenient to stay in town. Iâm almost an hour away, up a mountain.â
âAnd you travel? Like, to Branson?â
âYeah.â
âYou like it?â
âBranson? Nah. Itâs like Vegas for kids.â
She smiled. âI meant the work.â
He nodded. âI do. I really do. Itâs very satisfying.â
âThatâs great, Finn.â She smiled, but it never lived up to its potential. It was fueled by sadness, and he wasnât sure why. Although it bothered him that she had asked if heâd dated Melissaâor was it the tone of voice sheâd used that bothered him?âhe decided to let this particular sleeping dog snore away with its paws twitching, because he liked the course the conversation had taken.
âI moved here recently, from Ohio. Like, two weeks ago. I really like doing houses, and if I could make a name for myself out here with clients who have the resources to build their dream homes, no holds barred . . . I could do pretty well doing what I love. So I got licensed in Colorado.â Did you hear that, Bethany? I could do pretty well.
Bethany was looking at him, but he couldnât read her face. She sighed. âYeah. That would be great for you.â She sounded like a lobotomy patient. She raised her arm, back in tour-guide mode. âAnyhow, um, so these are bedrooms, along this hall. Gradyâs trophy room is just down thereâyou should see itâitâs round, and some of Amandaâs trophies and ribbons are there now. Itâs where Amanda broke Gradyâs Emmy, and heâll never get it fixed because it happened like, a minute after they first met. Isnât that sweet?â
âItâs round?â he asked.
âYeah. Cool, huh?â
âMay I see it?â
âSure.â
She led him down the hall. The glass shelves were lit so that they glowed. A skylight kept the room from feeling like a silo.
âIâll be damned,â he said.
âSo much metal in here? I know. Makes you sick.â
She gestured toward the living room, from whence they had come. âIâm going back out.â She graced him with another sad smile and said, âDonât steal any vases.â And left. He watched her retreating form in that killer black dress and wonderedâas he had a zillion times beforeâhow they had come apart so quickly and so completely.
4
F inn was an architect. Finn was an architect. Finn was an architect with his own architecture firm .
Beth almost body slammed Harris as she barreled onto the patio thinking about Finn.
He held his full flute above his head and reflexively put his tanned, manicured hand on her shoulder. âWhoa, girlâdonât spill the bubbly!â
âSorry. But heâs an architect!â
âFinn?â
She nodded. Harris took her hand and led her to the bar. âDonât mind me,â he said to the bartender as he grabbed an open bottle of Perrier-Jouët and a champagne flute. He led Beth to a couch on the edge of the patio, sat her down, set his own flute on a small table, filled hers, and handed it to her. He sat next to her. âSip.â
She did. It was cold and citrusy and made her think of Dom Perignonâs supposed quote, âI am drinking the stars.â Then she filled Harris in on Finnâs professional accomplishments. âAnd from the looks of his tux last night, heâs doing quite well in the architecture game, but he wants to do better. He just moved here.â
Harris said, âNot to add insult to injury,
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