They still had a lot to find out about each other as new neighbours, but the small amount she’d learned so far about the man left Carole reassured that he’d be decent company at the wedding next weekend.
Before Tom had mentioned his work trip, she’d been about to suggest they grab a takeaway dinner together some night and take the opportunity to get to know each other a bit more before her cousin’s wedding arrived.
That was now out of the question.
Still, if the first chance they’d get to have a proper conversation was during the wedding itself, then maybe that was a good thing. Chatting with Tom and finding out more about him would give her a useful diversion from worrying about crossing paths with her long-ago ex, Steven Weaver.
Carole sighed. She really could be doing without having to think about Steven at all, so she decided that was exactly what shewoulddo—notthink about him.
Steven was in the past. He was ancient history. If her recent break-up with Greg wasn’t giving her any cause for grief, which itwasn’t, then the last thing she ought to do was let Steven Weaver take up any head space.
Walking to the living room, she studied the paint colour samples on the wall. Tom was right—the pink and the blue were the best options.
Pink, she decided.
Once the dreadful fireplace was removed, the electrical connections were dealt with, and the wall was patched up, she’d paint the room in pretty blush pink.
Glad to have made the decision, Carole headed upstairs to wrangle the last of the bedroom boxes still waiting to be unpacked.
