“I got it.”
Roxanne stared at the table as he rolled the piece in on a dolly. It was wrapped in a thick blanket. A surge of excitement twisted in her belly. No one could deny his talent, and she was more than eager to see the final result of his work.
She stood off to the side in silence, watching him gently unravel the table. It was just as beautiful as she had imagined. It was all in the details. She folded her arms, smiling.
“Well, I know what to get Kenzie for Christmas.”
Jonah angled his head.
She pointed to the table. “Coasters. Kenzie will probably beat my brother's ass if he even attempts to put a can or glass on that without one.”
Jonah cracked a small smile, snorting. “Knowing Bogs, I thought ahead. I put an extra layer of lacquer on.”
Roxanne chuckled. It felt so natural with him—minus the elephant in the room. She dropped her gaze to the floor and walked across the room, putting much-needed space between them. Jonah folded up the blanket, dropping it to the base of the dolly, and tied the bungee cords around the handle. In a few minutes, he’d be gone.
The pit in her stomach was acting up in response to her heart pounding in her chest. It had her wondering if this was how it would always be when she saw Jonah. She peeked up through her lashes. Jonah was showing no signs of leaving, making her shift uncomfortably on her feet.
“How are the boys?”
Jonah stared back at her with a look she couldn’t place. His features were tense but lacked any essence of anger or contention.
“They’re good.”
She arched her brow. “And Holden? Has he recovered or is he still nursing a three-day hangover?”
The corner of his mouth slightly hitched, and his gaze softened. “He’s getting there.”
“I’m surprised he made it up the stairs in one piece.”
Jonah scoffed. “He had it easy. His ass is lucky I rebuilt those stairs with a curvature. I still got the scar from when I fell down the flight. It was a straight shot from the top landing to the first floor.”
Her lips twitched. Roxanne was having a hard time imagining Jonah so intoxicated he’d fall down a flight of stairs.
“When did that happen?”
Jonah dragged his hand over his jaw, cocking his head.
“I was about Holden’s age.”
What?
“But I thought you just moved in about two years ago.”
“Moved back.” He straightened his shoulders, and the tension in the room grew thick. “Sold it after the accident.”
Roxanne glanced around the room, piecing together what he was saying.Moved back?
“Your house is your childhood home?”
Jonah slowly nodded.
“The one you lived in with your parents and Sawyer?”
“Yeah. After they died, I sold it thinking we all needed a fresh start. Too many memories and at the time, I didn’t think that’s what the boys needed.” He paused. “What I needed.”
Roxanne was in a trance, listening to him.
“It’s like you said about keeping your last name. You want to hold on to something that’s a part of you.”
