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choose a paint color.
    And when he said he’d picked it out he meant that she had. She’d made a show of trying to simply steer him in the right direction, but from the raised eyebrows and exasperated expressions he could tell he had lousy taste. That didn’t surprise him as he tried to keep things simple in his own life.
    White walls. Beige carpeting. Blue and brown furniture.
    So he’d shut his mouth and really taken a look at what she was suggesting, and damned if it wasn’t miles better than anything he would have selected. She’d managed to integrate his brown and blue tastes but in a way he never would have expected. He was kind of looking forward to sleeping in this room when it was done.
    “I thought you decided you weren’t going to be afraid of color,” Lisa reminded him with a smirk. “You told me you wanted to live a little and experiment. Have we changed our mind?”
    Maybe. No, wait. It was out of his comfort zone but wasn’t that why he was doing this? He’d lived his entire life doing the safe thing, the expected thing. The only time he took any chances was when he was at work, and for the most part it had paid off. He’d been climbing the ranks at the Marshal Service when he was shot.
    “No, we haven’t.” Evan blew out of breath, conceding defeat without much of a fight. He wanted this, he was just wary. The last thing he needed was a psychedelic bedroom that would make him get less sleep than he already was. “It’s just…”
    “Blue. Yes, I know.” Lisa laughed and went back to her paint roller and pan. “I’ll tell you what. If you don’t like how the room looks when we’re done with the whole thing, I’ll paint it all again myself. For free. That’s how confident I am that you’re going to love it. Is that a deal? It’s a win-win and you can’t lose.”
    She has a great smile.
    Evan mentally slapped himself as his mind wandered into dangerous territory. He’d spent the better part of a week usually not more than three feet from Lisa and as each day passed his admiration for her grew. Not only was she a hard worker, she was usually happy too, singing to the radio and even dancing around despite the oppressive heat and humidity. She’d made working on this hovel a great deal of fun.
    She wasn’t hard on the eyes either. Today she was dressed in cutoff jean shorts that showed off a pair of tanned legs and a worn and faded t-shirt, her long auburn hair pulled back into a braid that went halfway down her back. Her nose was sprinkled with newly-acquired freckles from the Florida sun that only served to make her look even younger than the first day they’d met. He really needed to ask her how old she was but there were few ways to phrase that question without offending a woman.
    “It’s a deal,” he conceded, having no intention of not paying her for the work if she had to repaint. Her efforts so far had been nothing short of heroic. “I do like the color. I’m just unsure about how I’m going to like looking at it on my walls day after day.”
    Lisa swept her arm toward the bed in the middle of the room. “If we do this right you shouldn’t notice the wall color. It’s just a backdrop, a canvas really, for the rest of the decor.”
    “You sound like an interior decorator. Is that what you did before?”
    Instantly her bright smile disappeared and her gaze darted around the room. “Nope. I just like color.”
    She was lying but Evan didn’t push her for the truth. Clearly, it was something she didn’t want to discuss and she hadn’t pushed him for personal information either. In fact, she’d been exceedingly respectful about all the subjects that put him in a bad mood. The least he could do was give her the same courtesy.
    “You’re more creative than I am so I’m grateful for the help,” he said instead. “We better get started or we’ll never finish this today. I’m hoping we can get two coats on these walls plus the trim.”
    “You’re an ambitious man