The Will (Magdalene #1)(61)
He smiled back but, alas, he turned and moved away.
“Let’s go,” he said to Conner.
“Can we make the sauce now, Josie?” Ethan asked me. “I’m freaking starved.”
“Of course,” I replied, looked to Amber to see her attention back to the sketches, turning the pages (there were many, Jean-Michel had been very generous with his time and talent), studying them intently. “As you can see,” I started quietly and she turned her eyes to me. “You are very pretty, Amber. Very.” I stressed and that marvel again suffused her face as I carried on in a whisper. “Don’t hide that, lovely girl. Give us a treat and show it to the world.”
Her lips parted and I reached out a hand to touch the back of hers before I decided to leave her be and move to Ethan.
* * * * *
“Stop right there!” I demanded.
It was after dinner and we’d retired to the family room to watch TV.
At dinner, Conner had attempted to eat his asparagus but it was evident by the look on his face whenever he took a bite that he did this to be polite (which I thought was quite nice and said good things about him). However, as he wasn’t enjoying it, I informed him he didn’t have to force it down at the same time making a mental note to try broccoli on him when they were again dining at Lavender House.
Now, Ethan was on the floor at the coffee table doing homework. Amber was sitting in an armchair, having told us (what I thought was suspiciously) that her homework was already done. And Conner was somewhere else in the house having taken a call from one of his “babes” (this, strangely, got him a pointed look from his father to which Conner mouthed, “I know,” before disappearing from the room).
I was sitting next to Jake on the couch, a place he had put me by seating himself and grabbing my h*ps when I got close in order to use them to plant me beside him.
Although I obviously preferred to select my own seat, there was something about his actions (not to mention my location) that I liked more.
A great deal more.
Amber was in control of the remote and she’d just happened upon a show I much liked.
At my command, she paused it at the same exact time Jake rumbled, “Babe, we are not watchin’ Project Runway.”
“No way!” Ethan put in his vote.
But I’d turned my head to Jake. “But we must. This show is excellent. I’ve seen it several times before and it’s marvelous.”
Jake held my eyes as he replied, “Josie, no reality show is marvelous.”
I felt my brows draw together as I informed him with authority, “It’s not reality. It’s fashion.”
“I so am seeing how Josie being around is gonna be way cool,” Amber stated at this juncture and I looked to her. “Another chick in the mix means reruns of Project Runway and no Monday Night Football.”
Amber’s comment pleased me greatly thus I turned my head back to Jake and smiled, whereupon he declared, “We were gonna miss the beginning so we’re tapin’ the game at home. My boys and me can watch it later. But now, we should watch something we all wanna watch.”
“Yeah,” Ethan agreed.
I had a feeling that the divide between what Amber and I would wish to watch and what Jake and Ethan (and Conner, when he returned from his discourse with his “babe”) would want to watch was such that it would be impossible to traverse.
But, I wasn’t dwelling on this.
I simply wanted to watch Project Runway.
To make this happen, I leaned into Jake and spoke cajolingly.
“Jake, you don’t understand. What they do on this show is remarkable. An artist is inspired by many things but they’re normally free to be inspired by whatever moves them. On this show, they’re given the inspiration they must utilize and it’s most difficult to create under those kinds of conditions. And they have an impossibly short time to come up with a vision and the period in which they have to create the actual garments is, well…nearly criminal.”
Jakes brows lifted as his full lips quirked and he asked, “Criminal?”
“Indeed,” I answered with the utmost seriousness. “And Tim Gunn is exceptionally talented. He has an eye the likes I’ve never seen and I’ve worked in fashion for twenty-three years. Not to mention, his manner is most appealing and his ability to communicate with emotion, candor and diplomacy is a marvel. He in and of himself is worth watching that show. However, the judges are quite savvy as well and their commentary is most illuminating.”
Jake was losing the fight with his smile and I was hoping losing the will to deprive Amber and me of our program so I leaned closer to him to continue beseeching.
But as I did so, Amber spoke.
“Oh my God,” she breathed and I looked to her. “It just hit me. Do you know Heidi or Zac?”
My head tipped to the side in confusion. “Zac?”
“Zac Posen,” she replied. “He took over for Michael Kors.”
“My goodness,” I whispered with delight. “Zac Posen is on the show now?”
“Yeah. And he rocks,” Amber told me.
This I just had to see.
Therefore, I whipped my head around to Jake and shared, “Zac Posen is immensely talented. This is most intriguing. The loss of Michael Kors is a blow but I’m very interested to see what Posen contributes to the show.”