Chapter 11
The sun glittered across the water’s surface, and seagulls squawked high above. A reminder of warmer days ahead, when tourists would fill the streets and the air would smell like sunscreen and barbeques. She’d spent the morning looking around her house, looking for a good spot to hang Tony’s painting of her.
In the end, she decided her bedroom was the only suitable place. He’d captured something in her that was not only raw, but intimate. She didn’t want to share that with anyone. It was private. She’d always been good with covering her emotions, not exactly one to wear her heart on her sleeve like Ella, but somehow, Tony saw beneath the walls she hid behind and found the real Krissy.
It was a bit unnerving that he could penetrate her carefully structured walls so easily, yet
