Chapter 83

“I’ll stay, then.” His bald head gleamed in the afternoon June light that filtered in through the bedroom window. He smiled, blinked his beautiful green eyes, and asked, “Are you thinking of your studio?”

“I am. I miss working on my collage.” I’d already told him the piece’s name, what I planned to do with it, and other details.

“I assume you’re also thinking about Gray, correct?”

“I am,” I confessed, feeling empty inside as he said the cowboy’s name. “I’m drained. Blue. Not at all myself.”

“All this can be easily repaired, you know, Mr. Pierce.”

I stopped sipping the sweet tea and turned my full attention to him. “How?” I asked. “How would you repair this situation if you were me?”

“If I may be so bold, young man, you need to stop hiding out here. You need to go home, seek out your future husband, tell him that you love him, and have a rip-roaring sex-fest with the man.”

I shook my head. “I think I need some time away from him.”