“Deal, how about lunch? I hear there’s a great place in Brooklyn. It’s on me.”
“Nice. Now let’s see if those wall hangings fit your vision.”
They walked to the booth Siena wanted to check, and after a little haggling, the prints were in the truck. This was twice the number she needed, but like she told Cole, she knew what she liked.
And she liked the flea market and her driver a whole heck of a lot.
ChapterFourteen
Viv
Viv had turned in her designs to Siena.
Completing that task, even though it hadn’t been all that successful, freed her up to do what she really wanted to do.
The borrowed muumuu had sparked something in her. But she needed an accomplice if she wanted to run with this new inspiration.
To her delight, Tag was her willing high-speed chauffeur. He happily drover her through the country roads into Adrian so she could get the raw materials to create what was in her head.
While Siena was in and out, busy setting up the store, she was sure that Viv was sleeping, paddling, boating, and sunning. But in reality, she was in a frenzy of her own, drawing and sewing.
Goldie also facilitated her need for fabrics and notions.
“I thought you were supposed to be sleeping,” Goldie said as they shared coffee on the porch. Goldie herself was working a lot, too, on calls with her new TV series project. But the two women checked in each morning, and Goldie was determined to be sure Viv had anything her heart desired.
This was her movie star friend. The world saw Goldie as a Hollywood Diva, but Viv saw Goldie as she truly was: giving, loving, and willing to sacrifice for those she loved. That was the Goldie that checked in every morning, making sure Viv was okay.
“I thought I was supposed to be too. And to be honest with you, I love you, but I didn’t want to come here. I just didn’t know what I wanted.”
“It’s okay. You’ve been through the wringer. Siena is young. She’s gung-ho about all of the things. We know better.”
“But I’m glad we’re here. I do feel energized. Maybe the lake air, that first huge nap day, who knows, but I’m feeling better.”
“Maybe it’s Tag?”
“Ha, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that hunk of a racecar driver would get my motor running too.”
“Stop, we’re friends. My sexy days are over.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.”
“I will say, taking me to the fabric store in Adrian, driving me to get that sewing machine for my room, that’s been amazing. And he seems to appreciate the excuse to drive.”
“You know, his crash was terrible. Horrifying, really. We saw it live because Joe dragged me to the race. They’re old friends. Anyway, you’re not the only one on the mend.”
“I think that’s actually helped us bond. We’re both missing a few parts.”
“Well, I’m just glad you’re finding some happy.”
“I am, and your open door and open heart are a huge reason why.”
“Shh, don’t tell. I’m a cutthroat producer now.”
“It’s our little secret.”
“The season is going to be crazy around here, good crazy but crazy. You up for the festivities Libby has planned?”
