Why Not Tonight (Happily Inc. #3)(68)

“Clocks and flowers and butterflies?” he asked.

“Changing seasons. I’m not totally sure about that, though. I might just do all paper. I haven’t decided.” She smiled. “Atsuko heard from her friend, and the magazine paper, or whatever it’s called, will arrive next week. I can’t wait to get started. In the meantime, I’m doing this.”

She glanced over her shoulder as if making sure his brothers weren’t that close, then lowered her voice. “How was the meeting?”

“Good. She liked my idea and she’s going to take it to the school board.”

“Yay!” Natalie shimmied in place. “I told you it would go well. You’re going to let me help, right? I’ve been thinking we should do a theme. Like painting one time and something with wood or glass.”

“And paper,” he said, lightly touching her cheek. “They have to learn to work with paper.”

“They do. And they will. Are you happy? Doesn’t it feel good to offer this? You’re going to be so great with the kids, Ronan. You’re patient and you understand how stuff works.”

“I warned Dr. Anthony I yell at my interns.”

“You don’t. Okay, every now and then, but not really.”

She was always seeing the best in him. In everyone, he supposed. Every challenge was another opportunity to try something new. Only Natalie saw the beauty in a broken clock face.

“You’re amazing,” he said, pulling her close and kissing her.

She kissed him back and grinned. “I am pretty special. Now get back to work. I have to create beautiful butterflies here, mister.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

*

NATALIE STOOD BACK to study her mixed-media piece. The direction had taken her by surprise. She really had been thinking maybe something with seasons but instead she found herself creating flowers within flowers. Not quite a kaleidoscope, but close, with the butterflies for accent. She’d used over a dozen different types of paper, mixing them into a swirling, living creation that seemed to sway in an imaginary breeze. She wasn’t completely sure, but she thought it might be the best thing she’d ever done.

“Next up, giant flowers for Atsuko,” she murmured to herself as she walked to her right and looked at her piece from that angle. She was creating those in her mind right now, playing with shapes and sizes in preparation for actually starting the work. It was how her process went best—at least on the big things. She mulled and considered before actually starting with real materials. But in the meantime, she was thrilled with what she’d created.

She walked away, then spun back to look at it from a distance. The colors blended seamlessly; the energy was positive. She felt herself smiling as she gazed at it. Yup, the best thing she’d ever made by far, she thought happily.

She was in a good place. Working hard, trying new things. She knew that success required hard work, determination and persistence. Once those three were conquered, there was often an element of luck. She’d been putting in the time and now she had her reward.

She laughed and picked up the canvas, then hurried across the studio. She wanted to show Ronan the final results of her fussing for the past couple of weeks. He’d been watching her work but hadn’t offered any suggestions...mostly because he was the best boyfriend ever. Despite his wild success, he never assumed he was better or knew more or—

“Ronan!” she called as she approached. “It’s done. Come look.”

He turned at the sound of her voice. He’d been working and had on goggles and held a blowpipe in his hands. At the end, a blob of molten glass glowed in the late-afternoon light. Natalie found herself instantly mesmerized by the colors in the nearly liquid glass and she didn’t notice the box in her path.

She kicked it, stumbled and started to fall forward. Ronan instinctively moved toward her to catch her. The molten glass touched the top of the canvas and ignited a tiny petal of paper. In less than a second, the flames spread, racing toward her hands and her chest.

“No!” she shrieked, instinctively turning the canvas and dropping it facedown on the floor.

Ronan shoved the molten glass into a cooling bucket, ripped off his goggles and rushed back to her. He stood staring at the back of the canvas and swore under his breath.

“I’m sorry,” he began. “Natalie, I’m sorry. It happened so fast and I didn’t mean...” His voice trailed off.

She knew he meant what he said—he would never deliberately do anything to hurt her and he would never destroy anything she’d made. It had been an accident. She’d tripped, he’d started toward her. Just one of those things. A little hiccup in the forward momentum of life.

Only... Only... Her chest got so tight she couldn’t breathe. Her throat burned as tears filled her eyes. Before she could figure out how to stop them, they spilled onto her cheeks. A sob escaped.

Her work. Her beautiful, amazing piece. It was destroyed. She didn’t have to see it to know.

Strong arms wrapped around her. She leaned into him and let herself cry out her disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” he said again and again. “Dammit, I’m so sorry.”

“I know. It’s o-okay.”

“It’s not. I want to make it better.”

She was sure that was true. She could feel the tension in his body and knew he was hurting almost as much as she was. He would live with the guilt while she would deal with the loss. The piece was gone and there was nothing she could do about that.