Chapter Thirty-Two
Cammi
I stood with my hands on my hips as I spun in a small circle, looking around the coffee shop. It was done, completely painted, and it looked beautiful. I couldn’t wait to hang the new artwork.
Elias was cleaning up in the storage area behind the kitchen. With one last look around, I hurried back there. He had all the paint brushes soaking in water and was closing up the last can of paint. I could tell he’d done some painting in his life. He had been remarkably efficient. We’d eventually switched so he could take care of the trim at the top of the ceilings while I did the bottom. It was quicker because he had better reach than I did.
“Thank you so much,” I said, stopping in front of him. He tapped the can of paint closed with a rubber mallet and straightened. “A
