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Excerpt:
He meant it to be
a brother-to-sister reassuring kiss. That thought flew from his
mind as her warm lips quivered and responded to his. He pulled her
close into a deeper kiss. He gathered her hair into one hand, released
it and slowly stroked her back.
Deni froze. "Stop.
Please." Her face flushed, she wrapped her arms around herself.
"The window is under there. Just take the measurements. I'll, I'll
see you later." She brushed past him leaving behind a cooling rush
of lavender.
"Deni! Wait!" Shane
ran after her. The kiss had shocked him, too. "Talk to me!" He watched
her run into the house and slam the door. He followed her, knocking
on the door. "Deni!"
Why wouldn't she
talk to him?
Deciding to leave
her alone for a while Shane stepped back and let his hand drop,
frustration filling him. He hadn't meant the kiss to be like that,
but he couldn't deny its impact. But he couldn't deny that it had
upset Deni, either. But why? Edging aside the frustration, he knew
better than to push her now for explanations. Especially since he
wasn't sure he wanted to hear them. Why had he done it? And, what
was he going to do about it now that it had been done.
Back in the studio
he walked to the dimly lit corner and slid the time softened blanket
from the window onto the floor. He picked up the window and carried
it into the light. The beauty stunned him. It was done in delicate
pastels instead of the dark jewel colors he associated with stained
glass. At first glance it was a design of flowers. Looking closer
he could see smaller details woven into each flower. He didn't understand
how the designs were connected. There were ballet slippers, three
birds, and a Bible. Now that one makes sense. He wondered if the
ballet slippers went with the Bible verse on Deni's key chain. But
why did she include the three birds? They had to be there for a
reason or they wouldn't be embedded in the flower design.
After measuring
the window, Shane put it back in the corner. He set the blue blanket
over the window, adjusting it until both sides were equally covered.
He smoothed the corners until there were no bumps, then gently let
it rest against the wall. To protect it further he surrounded it
with boxes.
Shane stood in the
studio doorway thinking about the excellent craftsmanship used to
make the window. The glass was cut and joined with solder that was
free of bumps. The choice of colors and glass told him she was an
artist, not just someone that put pieces of glass together and called
it art.
It was obvious to
him Deni was an expert at working with glass.
An expert was just
what he needed, too. He had been looking for someone to put in a
few stained windows in a display house. Now he had found one--living
next door in the house that he wanted. It would be a tough decision.
He knew if he hired her the lake property would no longer be in
his future. Deni would have enough money to continue living next
door and the business she would attain from the display houses would
only make 'Glass From the Past' grow, rapidly.
The memory of Deni's
warm lips and the hunger that responded to his made him wonder.
He smiled. Maybe, just maybe there was another way to solve this
problem.
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