Chapter Twelve

“I wonder what he’ll think of this,” Megan murmured, sitting up in her work chair as she took in the lines she’d just painted.

Megan would know the second Cole came back into the garage. She missed him already, but she loved living with him so much. It still amazed her at the incredible exhaust system Cole had installed in the garage, so their home was literally fume free. They’d been working side by side the past few days in the huge garage. Him on a rebuild and her on a custom paint job for a new client she’d gotten through the DWMC.

The design was simple enough. The client wanted something to remember his wife’s favorite place. Poor woman had died from cancer, and he was riding to sprinkle her ashes down at Hilton Head Island. So, Megan was painting a beach scene from a photo the client had sent her of a sunrise there that his wife had taken.