The By Request Collection. Kate Hardy

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СКАЧАТЬ either.” She turned in a circle again. This time her gaze stopped on the interior wall. It was blank. Empty. Boring. “That’s it.”

      “What’s it?”

      “See this wall.” She moved to stand directly in front of it. “It needs something.”

      “What do you have in mind? A group of paintings?”

      She shook her head. “That would be a waste of the space.”

      “Then what?”

      And then it came to her like someone had just switched on a lightbulb. “A mural.”

      “A what?”

      “You heard me. A mural would be perfect here.”

      He stepped next to her. “Are you sure?”

      “Of course I’m sure or I wouldn’t have said it.” Her mind conjured up all sorts of scenes to fill this blank canvas.

      “I guess you do know what you’re talking about. But where would we find an artist at the last minute capable of doing such work?”

      “I think I know someone who can do it.”

      “You do?” He turned and looked at her. “Are they available?”

      She shrugged and didn’t meet his gaze. Maybe she shouldn’t have mentioned it. Demetrius would probably find her idea preposterous when she told him the name of the artist.

      “Zoe, are you trying to tell me that you want to paint it?”

      This was her chance to put her artwork out there—to spread her wings so to speak. Besides, this was about the people who would eventually live here. They needed a welcoming, relaxing atmosphere, and she was convinced a mural would be just the ticket to pull the whole design together. “Sì.”

      He rubbed his jaw as though seriously considering her proposal. That had to be a good sign, right? She willed him to go with the idea. Her mother for one would love it—if only Zoe could get her a room in the upscale residence.

      Unable to take the silence any longer, she uttered, “Well, what do you think?”

      * * *

      Zoe pleaded with Demetrius with her eyes.

      How could he deny her this?

      He could feel any reservations he might have folding like a house of cards. “I think it’ll be perfect.”

      She clapped her hands together in excitement. “Great! I can’t wait to start.”

      Demetrius stared up at the big blank wall. A mural certainly would turn heads. But it was a huge task. The interior design already had Zoe so busy. He didn’t want her to wear herself out. “Are you sure you’re up for an additional project?”

      Her face glowed with happiness. “I’m positive. The design is done. The color combinations work. The furniture is ordered. There’s nothing pressing at this point that requires my constant attention.”

      “Okay. You’ve sold me on the idea.”

      “You won’t be sorry. This is going to be fantastic.”

      Her enthusiasm was contagious. He’d seen a little of her artwork in the past from her sketch pads. And she’d also shown him pictures of some paintings, mostly landscapes. They were colorful and captivating.

      There was still one thing nagging at him—the time element. He stared up at the big blank wall. It was a wide-open space and he couldn’t help but wonder how long it’d take to paint a mural. He honestly didn’t have any clue.

      “What’s bothering you?” Zoe’s voice drew him out of his thoughts.

      “I was wondering how long it’d take to paint a mural.”

      The light in her eyes dimmed. “You don’t think I can do it—”

      “That isn’t what I said—what I meant. I know that you’re very talented and you can do anything you set your mind to. But do you have enough time for such a large project? Do you even know what you’d paint?”

      She glanced up at the wall as though giving his words serious consideration. “I know you’re hesitant to add something new to the mix at this late stage, but I have a proposition for you.”

      His ears immediately perked up. So did other parts of him. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

      Her eyes widened at the sound of his deep, sultry voice. “Not what you have going on in that dirty mind of yours.”

      A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Hey, now you’re the one throwing around propositions.”

      She smiled and shook her head. “I’m glad to see there’s still some of the Demetrius I used to know lurking about.”

      She was right. The new Demetrius—the proper one—wouldn’t be flirting and playing with innuendos. Maybe he’d taken the role of crown prince too seriously. He rubbed the back of his neck. “About the mural, what are you suggesting?”

      “I have some sketches I’d like to show you. They’re at my apartment. I have one in particular of the beach that I think would be perfect. But I’ll let you pick which sketch I paint.”

      “Okay. Let’s go get them.”

      “What?” She looked at him as if he’d just spoken in a foreign language.

      “We’ll pick up your sketch on the way back to the beach house.”

      She shook her head. “No. Never mind.”

      He didn’t understand the problem. He was willing to entertain her idea and now she was changing her mind. What in the world had he missed?

      His gaze met hers. “You no longer want to do the mural?”

      “I want to do it.”

      “Good. But if you think you’re going back to your apartment alone with that reporter snooping around then you’re mistaken. It’s my fault that he’s bothering you—”

      “No, it isn’t.”

      He arched a brow. “We both know it is. He wants a scoop on the crown prince. The more scandalous, the better. And I’m not going to let him near you.”

      “You can’t always be there to protect me.”

      She was right and he didn’t like it, not one little bit. “But I’m here now.”

      Her unwavering gaze met his. “Are you sure you have time?”

      “I’m sure. Let’s go.”

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