Jo-anne POV
She was standing in front of her easel. All the things she’d ordered had arrived. T.J. had taken her down to sign for them and help her take them all back to her room, then realized she actually didn’t have a great deal of room in there for her to work in.
Not that she had told him who she was about to paint, even when he’d asked her. Jo-anne had just smiled right up at him, put her fingers to her lips and made like she was zipping her mouth shut.
He tried to get her to tell him, then laughed at her and told her he would just sneak in and find out when she wasn’t in the room, if she didn’t tell him. Apparently, keeping secrets from the man was not something he liked, she’d just laughed at him. Oh, that could be a fun game to play with him.
Jo-anne had grinned right at him,
