“I asked how your day was.”
Her deep blue eyes finallymeetmine. “It was good. Umm, what about you?”
Inodto the bedroom to her right. “I cleaned the second floor.”
She turns and treads lightly into what, for all intents and purposes, ismoreher room now than it was ever mine.
“All by yourself?”sheasks, flopping onto the bed. She kicks off her black sneakers and runs her hands over the freshly laundered duvet.
“I had some help,” I admit.
She sticks out her bottom lip. I want to bite it. “I thought I was going to help you.”
“Trust me,” I state with a groan, “there’sstill plenty to do. Aidan just left a note with all the suggested improvements the house needs.There’sa checklist.”
Kennedy’s pout turns upward. “Sweet. Let’s HGTV this shit.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“Clearly I still have much to teach you.”
I relax and lean my shoulder against the doorframe. “You? Teach me?”
“Yeah.” The bed dips as she shifts her hips. “I thought, sinceyou’vebeen teaching me about ghost stuff, I can teach you about the modern world. Thingsyou’vemissed out on.”
“I’m intrigued.” I saunter into the room channeling the swagger of a 1920s gangster. All the while, my stomach feels like lava. “So,what’s this HGTV?”
Chapter Thirty-Two
KENNEDY
“It’s a television channel that’s all about home renovations,” I tell him. “House flipping, decorating, things like that.”
He makes a wry face. “People watch that?”
“All day,” I deadpan.
He grins, and instead of his normal shyness, it feels pronounced. Intentional.
Like he’s flirting…
Oh god. Was that a smolder?
While I’m still digesting this, Theo interrupts my spiral.
“I should get a television then,” he starts, moving closer to the bed. “And I was thinking, if you don’t have plans tomorrow, I’d like to pick out some paint colors.”
I’mimmediatelypulled out of my head. “It’sway too early to start painting.There’sstill a lot of work that needs to be done. What about Aidan’s list?”
I say all of this without thinking, and Theo’s no longer grinning. His face falls with disappointment.
He wants to pick out paint colors with me.
“But to hell with it!” I blurt out. “There’s no time like the present.”I shoot up from the bed, only now I’m standing really close to Theo, and he’s peering down at me with hope in his eyes.
Has he always been this tall?
“Just picking out the colors doesn’t hurt,” I say quietly.
