Tears instantly hit my eyes.
“Come here, Vivi,” he called.
I looked to him.
He was watery.
“Is that you?” I asked.
“Yes. Prue painted it.”
Oh my God.
“Darling, come here.”
I wandered there.
He pulled me into bed beside him.
“It is you,” I snuffled, nuzzling into him. “It’s so very you.”
“I was moved by it, yes.”
I looked at his face (or tried, I was still crying). “It’s so beautiful.”
He tucked my face in his neck and wrapped his arms around me.
“I need to see her work,” I mumbled into his skin.
“Prepare to be deeply impressed.”
“You make me wish I had a brother.’
“Well, I put a fair amount of effort into our activities last night, so I’m uncertain about that being your response this morning.”
I laughed and slapped his chest lightly, pulling back and gazing at him. “You know what I mean. Not you as my brother, specifically. Though, a brother just like you.”
“I hope that’s what you mean.”
I touched his face before I glided my fingers over his hair and got my shit together.
Then I dashed my fingers over my cheeks and asked, “Do you think they heard us?”
“Doubtful. What I think is, it’s nearly ten, and someone went looking for you. When they found your bedroom and the studio empty, they came to the obvious conclusion.”
That tracked.
“Did you see anyone in the hall?”
“No.”
I reached for my coffee cup. “Where are the animals?”
“They went out through my dressing room. They need breakfast too.”
They did.
“Will someone see to that if the staff isn’t around?”
