She pulled on an old long-sleeved T-shirt that she slept in and tied a red bandana around her hair. When she went into the master bedroom she found Chris had finished up with the ceiling fan and was pouring a warm brown paint, the color of milk chocolate, into a large plastic tub. He was whistling.
“Is that ‘All Apologies’?” she asked as she selected a two-inch paintbrush from his kit on the floor.
“It is.”
“You’re whistling Nirvana while you work. You know most people whistle happy tunes.”
“So ‘Heart-Shaped Box,’ then?”
She pointed her paintbrush at him. “You’ve changed completely, but you haven’t changed at all.”
“I could say the same to you,” he said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes. She was ninety percent sure he’d just checked her out. Good. She’d been checking him out since she walked in the door.
He handed her a small roller tray filled with paint. She dipped her brush in the tray, soaked it with paint and coated the wall by the doorframe with a smooth line of warm mocha.
“Wait, not that wall,” Chris said, his voice full of pure panic.
Joey gasped and spun around “What? Sorry. Did I—”
He grinned. Broadly.
“Oh, you asshole,” she said. She brandished her paintbrush in his direction and he ducked.
“I’m not sorry but I want to be sorry.”
“I’m going to paint now, and if you scare me like that again, I’ll paint your flannel.”
“But this is my dress flannel. I wore it to my father’s funeral.”
“Please tell me you didn’t wear a flannel shirt to your dad’s funeral. Please.”
“I didn’t. But only because Dad’s still alive.”
She sighed, shook her head and got back to painting while Chris returned to his whistling and rolling. He was the same Chris even if this Chris had short hair, a perfect beard and clothes that actually fit his body. His distractingly good body. She made herself focus as she painted. It was nice transforming the dingy beige walls a cozy chocolate color. It was the perfect color for this room. A forest color. A homey color.
“You picked the color?” she asked.
“I did, yeah.”
“I love it. I wouldn’t have thought a color so dark would look good in here but it does.”
“Dark warm colors work best in low-light rooms.”
“Did you learn that in trade school?”
“Pinterest.”
She stared at him.
“What?” he said. “It’s my job.”
They returned to their painting. Chris had a Pinterest account. Now that was adorable. He was adorable. If he got any more adorable, she would be forced to adore him.
Joey wished Kira hadn’t told her to sleep with the very first guy she could find as part of her recovery strategy. Now she couldn’t stop thinking about Chris like that. She wanted to think it was because she was starting to get over the shock of her breakup, but she was afraid she was flirting with Chris just because her best friend told her to, and because she wanted to soothe her bruised heart and ego with the balm of male attention.
Chris wiped sweat off his forehead and peeled out of his flannel shirt. His basic white T-shirt showed off his sinewy forearms and strong muscular biceps to marvelous effect.
Okay, so she was flirting with him because she wanted to and for no other reason. Thanks to those sexy arms of his, her conscience was now officially clear.