Chapter 33

Daniel looked at her in amusement. “You still have their number?”

“No, silly, I looked it up.”

“Do you think they’d be willing to come all the way out here?”

“Jeez, Danny, it’s not like you’re in Bumfuck, Alaska. It’s a forty-minute drive from here to Denver. Most of it by the highway.”

“And the rest by dirt road,” he pointed out. “But yeah, I guess it’s not that hard.”

“So figure out what you want them to do and give them a call. Shoot, maybe they can recommend a good interior design company, too, to deal with this.” She swept her arm around to encompass the living room.

“It is notthat bad. It’s sort of homey.”

“It’s sort of very old-fashioned, nineteen twenties way,” Mellie countered. “The least you can do is paint the walls. Perhaps. Hmm. Beige or blue or, hell, Danny, you’re the artist. You figure it out.”

Laughing, he replied, “I will, I promise. But first things first. I need my studio. Everything’s still in boxes or crates and it’s driving me crazy.”