Chapter Nine
Paige made a quick and cautious trip into town for food and painting supplies. Thankfully, she hadn't seen Rex and was beginning to feel more at ease, even with the problem between her and Ian hanging over her head.
Ian was simply as nervous and just as confused when it came to the sudden twist in their friendship-turned-lovers. She had to be patient.
Chin resting on her forearms, she now sat on the top step of the porch outside, watching as the sunset created stained glass patterns upon the calm face of the sea. The early evening wind picked up, warning her that a storm was in the making.
The misty breeze blew through her loose hair. For some reason she'd taken to wearing her hair down lately instead of in the usual style of a confining braid.
Inhaling a cleansing breath
