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He beamed. “That’s great! What do they want you to paint?”

I tucked my hair behind my ear. “It’s a little girl on a swing. And they’re offering me a lot of money for it.”

He pulled me into him by my thighs and smiled. “Of course they are. You’re incredible.”

I smiled weakly. “I miss creating. Feeling like I’m reaching my full potential. I totally want to do it and I can’t.”

He wrinkled his forehead. “Why not?”

I shrugged. “We’ll be touring. I can’t paint on a bus.”

“When do they need it by?”

“Christmas.”

“So do it on our break.”

I shifted on his lap. I hadn’t thought about that. “Five weeks isn’t very long to finish something like this.”

“Leave a little early,” he said. He leaned in and kissed me. “And I’m glad this came up because there’s another gift in the bag,” he whispered to my lips. “You missed it.”

I pulled away slightly and looked at him.

“Go on.”

I leaned over and picked up the bag again, pulling out the tissue paper. A gift card sat at the bottom.

It was to an art supply store.

For a thousand dollars.

“Jason! This is too much!” I gasped. “I can’t take this!”

He wrapped his arms around my back and put his lips to my ear. “I just think you’re so sexy when you paint,” he said, trailing kisses down my neck. “And now that there won’t be any more astronaut cats, I figured you might want to go back to painting your own stuff. You’ll need supplies, and I want to support you like you support me.”

Something hard in his lap was supporting me at the moment.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

He nipped at my lip. “You’re welcome.”

Then he got up and threw me over his shoulder like a caveman. He slapped my ass and I shrieked, giggling as he turned us for the bedroom.