The Mirror - Page 229

“You will. You see it, don’t you, Sonya?”

“I have to say yes. And if Trey will give me a ride home, I’ll take Yoda—since I see Pye sitting on top of the desk.”

Cleo smiled. “See why we’ve been best friends forever? Then I want one with you using one of these tools. Maybe just a sander or a chisel. Maybe that band saw.”

“You know what a band saw is?”

Cleo gave him a roll of her eyes. “Of course I know what a band saw is.”

Owen looked, a little helplessly, at Trey. “Damn it.”

“We’ll get out of your way. Come on, Mooks.”

“I’ve got a couple ideas for you,” Cleo told Trey.

“Definitely getting out of your way.” He grabbed Sonya’s hand, pulled her out of the shop.

“When she’s ready for you, you won’t escape.”

“I can run pretty fast.”

“How about a stroll on High Street instead? I’ll buy you an ice cream cone.”

“I’ll take that deal.”

An easy day, Sonya thought, one with no work and all fun. She’d needed it, and considered her balance fully restored as they walked the dogs along High Street.

They stopped often to have a word with friends and neighbors. And that reminded her what she’d made herself a part of.

It pleased her to see some of Anna’s pottery in the window display at Bay Arts. As they paused there, Kevin stepped out.

He had a mile-wide grin, gold wire-framed glasses, and sported a bow tie.

“Caught a glimpse of you. First, again, Sonya, amazing party. John Dee and I had an absolute blast.”

“We did, too.”

“Always good to see you, Trey. I just saw your grandmother yesterday.”

“She gets around. How’s your mom?”

“Doing good. Just a sprain. Pickleball injury,” he said to Sonya before he bent down to scrub at both dogs. “Hello, puppies. Hello there. I wanted to tell you I just this morning sold the last painting Cleo brought in. A couple from Cambridge taking a long weekend. Staying at the hotel.”

“She’ll be delighted.”

“Please tell her, if I don’t talk to her first, I’d be delighted if she has anything else ready. And I want to tell you, I’m ready to go with your proposal for the website, the signage, the works.”

“Now I’m delighted. I’ll start building the website next week.”

“Great. We’ll talk. I have to get back to it. Enjoy this spectacular day.”

She did, from the sail, to the walk, the feeling of belonging, to margaritas on the deck with the men handling steaks on the grill.

Clover kept things upbeat with the music, Molly had the windows open, and three dogs plus cat played in the yard.

“Every day should be today,” Sonya decided.

“If only.” Then Cleo smiled. “We’d get bored.”