Following the direction, Naomi stepped around a couple of projects in progress and saw the high-backed wire bench, done in a distressed forest green.
“No pressure,” Jenny said quickly. “If you don’t like it”
“I do. And it would work there. Better, if I ever get the grounds cleared and decently landscaped, it would be wonderful as a garden seat, wouldn’t it?”
“In a shady nook,” Jenny imagined. “Or in the sun, by a weeping cherry.”
“Absolutely. And it would make pretty seating on the bedroom deck in the meantime. Sold.”
“Will you trade me the water lily print for it?”
“You make it easy,” Naomi agreed.
“I have this framedistressed silverand I can just see that print in it, on my bedroom wall. It’s fun helping decorate each other’s houses.”
“Let’s see the frame.”
“Ah, it’s over . . . there.”
With Jenny, Naomi started toward it, then stopped. “Oh! My desk.”
At her tone, Tag stopped exploring and trotted over. Naomi all but cooed as she ran her hand over the smooth wood. “I know it’s just stripped and sanded, but it’s already beautiful. Look at the hues, the grain. It’s like somebody had dressed a gorgeous woman in a baggy black coat, and you took it off. I think we just made a hell of a good deal, both sides.”
“That’s what good friends should do.” Delighted, Jenny hugged an arm around Naomi’s waist. “I’m going to love seeing my work in your space, having your work in mine. And now, why don’t we go out the door here so we can walk around outside. I bet Tag wants to see Molly. They’re friends, too.”
“He decided she wouldn’t try to rip his throat out. Now he takes her the tug rope when he sees her. It’s sweet.”
They stepped out into the side yard.
“It’s awful quiet,” Jenny commented as she turned to secure the door. “Quiet worries me.”
She’d no more than said it before Naomi took a blast of cold waterheart-shot.
Xander swung around the corner, leading with a huge water rifle. Naomi held her hands out to the sides, looked down at her soaked shirt, and looked up.
“Really?”
“Hey, sorry. I thought you were Kevin.”
“Do I look like Kevin?”
“Can’t say you do, but I figured him to double back from this way. Kids broke the treaty, and the three of them are ganging up on me. This would be the fog-of-war sort of situation.”
“Fog of war, my ass.”
“It’s more your” He broke off when he took a volley of shots in the back.
“Xander’s dead!” Tyler did a war dance. “Xander’s dead.” He wiggled his butt and shook his water gun at the sky.
“Traitors. You’re living with traitors and back-shooters,” Xander told Jenny.
“You shot an unarmed woman. I’ll get you a dry shirt, Naomi.”
“Thanks. And thank you for killing him,” Naomi said to Tyler. “He ambushed a noncombatant.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You’re a really good shot. Could I . . .” She took the gun and shot a stream into Xander’s face. “There. That’s what we call a coup de grace.”
Maddy giggled, then started climbing up her father’s leg. “Xander’s got cooties.”
“That’s right.” She gave Tyler back the gun, then narrowed her eyes at the gleam in Xander’s. “Don’t even think about it,” she said before walking away with Jenny.
She ate in one of Jenny’s T-shirts and enjoyed herself more than she’d thought possible. Good food and good company, two things she rarely took the time for or had the inclination for, proved the perfect end to the dayeven when she found herself cornered into playing Xbox.
“You’ve got game,” Xander commented after she’d trounced everyone at the LEGO Movie gametwice.
“Everything is awesome when you have a brother who’s still a video game maniac. And now that I remain undefeated”she added a finger in the belly for Tyler“I really have to go.”
“Play one more!”
“Practice,” she advised, “and I’ll take you on next time. But Tag and I have to get home. Everything was great, Jenny, thanks for having me. I can take those frames with me if you want.”
“I really want.” In her easy way, Jenny stepped up and hugged Naomi. “Sunday dinner, open invitation. I mean it.”
“Thanks. And thanks, Kevin. See you tomorrow.”
“I’ll get the frames. Meet you out front with them,” Xander told her.
She hadn’t intended to stay so late. But the setting sun painted the sky in the west and the air had cooled enough that she could have used a sweater.