CHAPTER TWO
Natural light flooded Hope Ryan’s studio, aka the converted guest bedroom in her twin brother’s beach house. The sunshine was typical for late May in Indigo Bay, but special UV coating on the studio’s windows and French doors kept the sunrays from damaging her art.
Art.
Yeah, right.
Stifling a yawn, Hope picked up the ornament to examine the miniature seascape. This was number twenty-seven of the thirty she was making to go into tin wedding favor buckets she’d decorated.
She tilted the wood piece to the right. Looked good. She angled the heart-shaped ornament to the left. The way the light hit made the Atlantic Ocean too blue and the grass on the beach too yellow. Her shoulders sagged.
With a sigh, she tossed the piece into the garbage can. The wood clattered against the
