A Masterpiece Of Our Love (The Masterpiece Trilogy Book 1) by Nikki Lynn Barrett Page A
Authors: Nikki Lynn Barrett
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Hunter's words, she smiled. She was excited to show him the finished project. She loved that Hunter took a serious interest in her work. He wasn't one of those that faked it or brushed her off. He had genuine enthusiasm for her passion.
She'd just began painting the colorful sky when someone rapped at her door. Hunter? Maybe he'd finished with his phone calls and decided not to take a nap after all. Eager to see him, she put the brush down and ran to the door, her heart racing.
She gasped in surprise when she opened it.
Vince stood there, frowning at her. "Well, it's nice to know you're still alive and well, since you don't care to answer my calls. Why were you ignoring me?" He pushed the door open further and stepped into her room, looking around.
"What are you doing here?" Becca crossed her arms over her chest. How dare he just show up and act like this! What was his problem? She didn't have to answer to anyone, least of all him!
"I've been calling you!" Vince snapped, narrowing his eyes. "I stopped by your apartment to bring in your mail and came across a strange letter-"
Ignoring the fact that a strange letter had been delivered at home too, Becca fumed. "Strange letter? So you just opened my mail? What right do you have to invade my life like that, Vince?"
He whipped out a piece of paper and shoved it at her. "How about we get to the bottom of the letter instead of jumping all over me. Come on Becca, give me a little credit. I came all the way out here to check on you. The least you could do is show me a little consideration." He sounded hurt. A little angry, even.
She stared at the words on the note.
You left me to die.
What did that mean?
She wanted to snatch it from Vince and run to Hunter to show him, but her feet were planted firmly where she stood.
"When you didn't answer your phone for over a day, I freaked, jumped on the next flight out and came straight here." Vince softened his tone and reached for her. "I'm glad to know you're doing all right. I'm sorry for being so snippy when I knocked, but I really was worried. To see that you're perfectly fine ... I guess I just felt slighted that you couldn't even let me know you're fine."
"I'm not a child, you know," she said quietly. "I'm not going to respond to every little thing all the time. I understand your worry when you see something like that, but I'm a grown woman. You didn't have to make a trip all the way out here to check up on me." She sounded rude. No, not just sounded. She was rude, but she also had a good argument. Why did Vince feel the need to rush up here to check up on her? Let alone, he'd opened her mail! Did he really think they were so serious that he could just check her mail? What else did he see? He'd been given a spare key only in case of emergencies, and that was done by her grandparents without even asking her. She'd put a hold on her mail, anyway. She hadn't told him that because it never came up. Besides, it wasn't his business anyway. "And tell me, why were you at my apartment?"
Something that resembled guilt flashed across his face. He was hiding something. What, and why? "I was planning a surprise for when you arrived home," he said quickly. Too quickly. Was that the truth? Why would Vince lie? Something didn't add up. "Why have you been avoiding my calls?" Oh, so he wanted to divert the blame away from himself? No, she wasn't going to play that game. He had a lot of explaining to do.
"The cell reception isn't the best out here," she said simply. Truth, but of course he had no idea about the storm, the boat, and her night with Hunter. And he didn't need to. "I've been spending time near the water and enjoying myself. I don't always take my phone with me." She glanced back at her easel. The brush would dry soon with all the paint on it. She should have washed it, but she never expected Vince to show up. Needing to distance herself from him, she excused herself and went for the brush. She stepped into the bathroom and washed
She'd just began painting the colorful sky when someone rapped at her door. Hunter? Maybe he'd finished with his phone calls and decided not to take a nap after all. Eager to see him, she put the brush down and ran to the door, her heart racing.
She gasped in surprise when she opened it.
Vince stood there, frowning at her. "Well, it's nice to know you're still alive and well, since you don't care to answer my calls. Why were you ignoring me?" He pushed the door open further and stepped into her room, looking around.
"What are you doing here?" Becca crossed her arms over her chest. How dare he just show up and act like this! What was his problem? She didn't have to answer to anyone, least of all him!
"I've been calling you!" Vince snapped, narrowing his eyes. "I stopped by your apartment to bring in your mail and came across a strange letter-"
Ignoring the fact that a strange letter had been delivered at home too, Becca fumed. "Strange letter? So you just opened my mail? What right do you have to invade my life like that, Vince?"
He whipped out a piece of paper and shoved it at her. "How about we get to the bottom of the letter instead of jumping all over me. Come on Becca, give me a little credit. I came all the way out here to check on you. The least you could do is show me a little consideration." He sounded hurt. A little angry, even.
She stared at the words on the note.
You left me to die.
What did that mean?
She wanted to snatch it from Vince and run to Hunter to show him, but her feet were planted firmly where she stood.
"When you didn't answer your phone for over a day, I freaked, jumped on the next flight out and came straight here." Vince softened his tone and reached for her. "I'm glad to know you're doing all right. I'm sorry for being so snippy when I knocked, but I really was worried. To see that you're perfectly fine ... I guess I just felt slighted that you couldn't even let me know you're fine."
"I'm not a child, you know," she said quietly. "I'm not going to respond to every little thing all the time. I understand your worry when you see something like that, but I'm a grown woman. You didn't have to make a trip all the way out here to check up on me." She sounded rude. No, not just sounded. She was rude, but she also had a good argument. Why did Vince feel the need to rush up here to check up on her? Let alone, he'd opened her mail! Did he really think they were so serious that he could just check her mail? What else did he see? He'd been given a spare key only in case of emergencies, and that was done by her grandparents without even asking her. She'd put a hold on her mail, anyway. She hadn't told him that because it never came up. Besides, it wasn't his business anyway. "And tell me, why were you at my apartment?"
Something that resembled guilt flashed across his face. He was hiding something. What, and why? "I was planning a surprise for when you arrived home," he said quickly. Too quickly. Was that the truth? Why would Vince lie? Something didn't add up. "Why have you been avoiding my calls?" Oh, so he wanted to divert the blame away from himself? No, she wasn't going to play that game. He had a lot of explaining to do.
"The cell reception isn't the best out here," she said simply. Truth, but of course he had no idea about the storm, the boat, and her night with Hunter. And he didn't need to. "I've been spending time near the water and enjoying myself. I don't always take my phone with me." She glanced back at her easel. The brush would dry soon with all the paint on it. She should have washed it, but she never expected Vince to show up. Needing to distance herself from him, she excused herself and went for the brush. She stepped into the bathroom and washed
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