Much later that day, with the painting finished in the bedroom, Marshall paused as he and Neil were cleaning up.
“Would you like to come over for supper? You’ve seen the studio, but not my house.”
“Are you sure you’re up for cooking? It’s been a long day.”
Marshall quirked an eyebrow in amusement. “I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t. Besides—” he paused before delivering the final argument, “—the dogs miss you.”
“Uh-huh, sure.” Neil laughed, then said supper sounded good.
After deciding to take both cars so Marshall wouldn’t have to drive Neil home later, they headed up the road to Marshall’s house.
“It’s not exactly a palace,” Marshall said as they went inside.
“Palaces are overrated,” Neil replied with a grin.
It wasn’t large and only one story, but it was definitely cheerful. The
