I should have known that pretending with Scottie would lead to more—something real. But my only focus was on doing this for her and making her dream home come to life. So I can prove to people I’m reliable. I can prove to her I won’t mess this up.
I don’t know the first thing about love.
What do I do if she says she doesn’t feel the same way?
There’s only one way to find out.
EPISODE EIGHT
COLOR ME NERVOUS
With one episode to go,will these two finish the house enough for it to be a success? We’re about to find out as we wrap up our final project: the floral entryway.
It’s the one space in a home that’s supposed to saywelcome home, and not turn back while you still can. Between the faded floral wallpaper and trim that’s holding on by a thread, this makeover needs both style and structural sanity.
Scottie is ready to bring the color and make a statement.
Tucker is begging for a timeless finish that won’t haunt them.
With the cameras rolling and the season finale right around the corner, the pressure is officially on.
One front door.
One last makeover.
And the truth waiting on the other side.
CHAPTER 30
SORRY. BUSY MORNING.
Tucker
Lying on my side, I watch the steady rise and fall of Scottie’s chest.
Since that night a few days ago, she’s spent every night here in my bed. I can’t help but wonder what I did to deserve this. To deserveher.
But she’s here.
As if feeling my eyes on her, her eyes flutter open, and she stretches her body the way she does every morning before taking in her surroundings. The moment her eyes land on mine, she smiles. And it does that thing again—where my heart rate picks up and my lips beg to be on hers.
I’m addicted to Scottie Monroe.
Maybe Dallas is right.
Scottie adjusts herself in bed, scooting closer to me and draping one leg over mine, and rests her head on my chest. I’m sure she can hear the pounding of my heart right now, and it only makes me hope she canfeel it, because the words are lost on me.
I don’t know how to tell someone I love them.
I don’t know how to feel these things openly.
“Good morning,” she says, bringing her hand up and rubbing circles over my stomach. I feel her touch throughout my body.
“Scottie,” I say in a tone with a bit of warning. “We’re going to be late to the house if you keep doing that.”
She tilts her head up to look at me, a smirk on her face. “What if I want to be late?”
“It’s the last day of filming.”
