Page 15 of Love Deep

I grin. Rosey’s playing matchmaker.

“I’m glad it is,” I say. Juniper’s good company, and she’s made me feel better already tonight.

A slight blush crosses her face, and she presses her lips together, her smile stretching to her eyes.

“We have some gorgeous chateaubriand tonight,” Rosey says, handing me a bottle of beer. “Byron’s favorite. Oh, Juniper, do you like beef? I can get something else?—”

“Beef works for me,” Juniper says. “Fancy beef works too.”

I chuckle and clink my beer bottle against hers. I like that she calls it as she sees it.

“Did you know that the painting in your bedroom is one of Juniper’s?” Rosey asks.

“I did,” I reply.

The fact is, since I found that out, I think of her every time I see it. The pale colors and abstract shapes pull me in and are incredibly calming.

“I like it a lot. I’ve actually put in a few calls to contacts I have in the art world back in New York. Do you have anything I can send to them?”

Juniper looks surprised. “You did? That’s really kind. You really didn’t have to. I’m not sure I fit into the New York art scene.”

“You should give him your QR code thing that you have,” Rosey says.

“Oh, sure,” Juniper says and pulls out her phone. “I can do that.” She brings up a screen with a QR code, and I scan it. “That’s my number and my website. A lot of thestuff on there is sold, thanks to Byron. But it gives them an indication of what I do.”

“Is it all landscapes?” I ask. “They’re beautiful. Peaceful.”

“Mainly. There’s plenty of inspiration around here. But I dabble in other things too. Portraits. Some abstract stuff. In fact, my landscapes become more and more abstract.”

“I meant to tell you that we’ve had members take your details,” Byron says. “Have you had anyone reach out?”

Juniper shakes her head. “You’ve done so much for me, Byron. I don’t have any expectations that?—”

“Good things are happening for you, Juniper,” Rosey says. “Let’s eat.”

I pull out Juniper’s chair for her, and she blushes again as she sits. Is it bad that I think the fact that I can elicit blushes from her is kinda hot? It gives me a feeling of power that I enjoy more than I should. As I let go of her chair, I run my fingers over her back. She shivers, and my dick twitches.

Fuck.

Juniper’s sexy.

She clears her throat like she’s trying to refocus. “So, how long are you in Colorado for, Fisher?”

“Around six weeks.”

“That’s how long it takes to record an album?” she asks.

“Every artist’s different, but that’s how long my artist has allocated in their schedule.”

She narrows her eyes. “So, are they writing the songs here, or do they have them written, and then they just record them here?”

“I think she has a few ideas about the direction of this album, and from what I understand, she has one song that’spretty much written and a hook for another one, but the rest she’ll write while she’s here.”

“Wow. So, she writes on a schedule? I’ve never given much thought to it, but I assumed songwriters wrote when the muse struck them.”

“Is that how you paint?”

She glances up at the ceiling, like she’s really thinking about my question. “No. Not at all. I get really limited time in my studio, and when I’m in there, I just let the canvas take me where I’m going. Occasionally, I’ll have an idea of a technique or a feeling I want to evoke in the painting, but usually I just do whatever I feel at the time.”