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.Traevyn opened his mouth to speak, but resulted in a short sigh.“Seth, that is a very disrespectful thing to say.”“Oh, like you haven’t noticed.”“That’s not the point.” Of course he had noticed Evie’s…assets.It was impossible to miss them… He shook his head and let out a frustrated growl.“Why were you listening to our conversation in the first place?”Seth snorted.“Like there’s anything else to do back here.”Traevyn folded his arms.“I respect your sister very much and have nothing but honorable intentions.Besides, I highly doubt that Evie thinks of me as anything other than a mentor and friend so ‘making a move,’ as you say, would be greatly overstepping boundaries.”Seth snorted again and rolled into a standing position.“Traevyn, you’re cool,” he said, coming to stand in front of him, “but don’t be an idiot.”Traevyn frowned.Seth held his hand out.“Gimme my fifty.”Traevyn pulled a bill out of his wallet and handed it to him, then turned and went back into the living room, perplexed and slightly flustered.Don’t be an idiot.What did he mean by that?“What’s Seth doing back there?” Evie asked with a grin.“Getting plastered,” Traevyn muttered.She raised her eyebrows in alarm.He chuckled.“He’s fine.Don’t worry about it.Shall we?”She nodded.“Just let me go get my book from my room, and I want to change my clothes.”He nodded.“Come in whenever you’re ready.” He made his way to his bedroom, removed his tie and jacket and un-tucked his shirt.He started a fire, then sat back against the headboard, kicked off his shoes, and pulled his sketchpad up onto his lap.He sighed and mulled over Seth’s words.Don’t be an idiot.Was he trying to tell him that Evie did feel something other than friendship for him? He frowned, not entirely sure how he felt about that possibility.The realization that he was unsure was very unsettling to him.Any other time, with any other woman, he would have put a screeching halt to anything that might have the slightest chance of developing into something, but with Evie… Everything was different with Evie.A soft knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts and he smiled.“Come in.”Evie entered with a smile and she held the bottle of wine up enticingly.He chuckled and motioned her inside.She crawled up onto the foot of the bed and set the wine on the nightstand.She set her book down, then poured them both a glass.“What are you reading now?” he queried as he took the glass from her.“Pride and Prejudice,” she answered.He smiled.“Good choice.”She sighed and took a sip of wine.“Traevyn,” she looked up at him, “thank you for tonight.Every year I celebrate the day I painted my first real painting.You know, one that wasn’t done with finger paints or those horrible goopy things you use in grade school.”He smiled.“It was an oil painting on canvas.I was fifteen.” She smiled at the memory.“I celebrate it because, in a sense, it’s like celebrating the day I became who I am.Everything I dream of and stand for started that day.” She sighed.“It was very nice to celebrate it with you.”He raised his eyebrows.“Don’t forget, a great deal of credit goes to your misfit brother.He was my partner in crime all day.”She shook her head in disbelief.“Seth continues to surprise me.” She set her wine glass down and opened her book, lying diagonally across the bottom of the bed on her side.Sitting next to Traevyn on his own bed just seemed too intimate to her at the moment.It was something married couples did.She briefly wondered if Traevyn’s wife had ever sat up and read next to him while he drew.She sighed and lost herself in her book.She read for awhile and Traevyn sketched away.After a bit she glanced up at him in curiosity, unable to fake disinterest any longer.“What are you drawing?” she asked.“You,” he replied with a smile.She blinked in surprise.He met her eyes.“I’d like to paint your portrait, but I need something to go off of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]