People have been rather helpful when it comes to moving things along. I have never seen anything like it. Without question, Brandon asked what time and not much more.
Tinsley comes strolling into the house a few seconds later, closing the door behind her. I can see the way her eyes light up as she takes in the space.
“I guess this place will do.” She tries to downplay how much she likes it.
“It’s a good starter home for a newly married couple. Cozy enough for us to spend time getting to know one another.” I’m on to this new tactic she’s employing. Little does she know, there is nothing she could do that would make me grant her an annulment. She’s stuck with me for better or worse. Til death do us part like we said in our vows.
“How did you get this furniture so quickly? I know this wasn’t here before.”
“Money.”
“Right,” she clips.
“Did you want me to lie to you?”
“No.” She chews on her bottom lip. “That was dickish. I mean, I don’t know how you use your money or whatever, but you’re not a trust fund kid.”
"I'm not, but I will throw my money around to get what I want."
"And you want me."
"I do."
"You should be careful what you wish for."
"If I can't handle you, Tinsley, I don't deserve you."
"Always saying the right things." A small huff leaves her. "You should know, I'm not the best cook; I'm a mess and don't really sit still for long unless I'm working."
"I’m sure that takes all your attention. I don't know how you do those designs on such a small canvas."
A smile starts to form. "You think nails are a canvas."
"Before now I didn't give it much thought. Then I saw your work; yeah, they’re a canvas."
"My mom says I can't sit still, but when I'm drawing, I become utterly still, almost except for my hands."
"Because it takes more from you than it appears." Tinsley’s chin dips, and I see the vulnerability she has when it comes to her work. "Do you ever think about doing other art for work?"
"A little." She shrugs.
I lean up against the kitchen island. The front door opens right into a small entryway and into the living room. There is a gap between the kitchen and the living room, leaving a small space for a table.
"I think you'd do impeccably." I don't think there is much she wouldn't flourish in when she puts her mind to it. In another life, I truly believe she could run a Fortune 500 company.
Tinsley puts her all into everything. Not only that, but all the people around her adore her.
"Thanks for saying that. It means a lot."
"Or we could keep all your work and have it framed for our place." She presses her lips together to suppress a grin.
"This isn't our home."
"I bought it. It's ours technically, since I bought it after our marriage, and you suckered me out of doing a prenup," I tease her.
"What does that mean? You think I took advantage of you?" Her shoulders go back. "Fine, I'll sign one. I don't need your money," she says tartly.
"I'll speak to my law—" I knew she'd be coming in hot on that one.
