Large bay windows faced the street out front, and Ro had utilized the curved space to create a quaint little seating area. Light gray walls, a plush, cream-colored couch, and a wooden coffee table with matching end tables gave the room what he’d seen described as a modern farmhouse sort of feel.
As for the rest of the room, that was all…
Ro.
Splashes of yellows, deep reds, and dark greens brought the otherwise ordinary space to life. Add to that the artwork Ro had chosen to adorn her walls, and Brody couldn’t help but smile.
“Place looks good, Ro.” He kept her steady as he helped lower her onto the couch. “Meg said you’ve been hard at work fixing it up.”
“Thanks.” She fell back against the cushion with a sigh. “It’s a work in progress.” Her ‘s’ lingered much longer than necessary. “And thanks for bringing me home.”
Standing over her, Brody studied Ro closely. Her movements had become sluggish, her lids were heavy, and her speech was even thicker than before.
Jesus, she’s plastered.
He hadn’t paid much attention to how much she’d had to drink throughout the night, but damn. It must’ve been one hell of a lot, because the Ro he knew could hold her own against him and most the guys on the team.
“So good to be home.”
Brody watched as the amusingly drunk woman began toeing off her high heels. First one, then the other, Ro showed no concern about where they landed as she kicked them to the side.
“There.” She fell against the couch again. Resting her head on the back cushion, she closed her eyes and sighed. “That’s better.”
His lips twitched. “You need water and food.”
“Mmm kay.”
With a breathy chuckle, Brody offered a muttered, “Be right back,” before leaving in search of her kitchen.
Another room that appeared to have already been re-done, Ro’s kitchen was white. Likereallyfucking white.
The ceiling, walls, cabinets, floors, and table were all stark white. But everything else in the room…
Candy apple red.
In a way only Aurora Tennison could imagine, the talented woman had taken what he imagined to be a very outdated space and transformed it into a work of art. From the trim to the ceiling fan, curtains, chairs, outlets, and light fixtures… Hell, even the appliances were the brightest shade of candy apple red he’d ever seen.
They make red appliances? Who knew?
Not him, but apparently they did, and damn if they weren’t the coolest ones he’d ever seen.
Made to look like a vintage-style refrigerator, Ro’s was the brightest shade of candy apple red he’d ever seen. Same with her stove.
Brody glanced down, nearly laughing when he read the embroidered lettering on the white and red towel hanging from the oven’s handle…
IDGAF
Recognizing the acronym immediately, he snorted at the delicate vines and flowers adorning the bottom portion of the towel.
God, I love that woman.
In his search for a glass, Brody had just started to reach for one of the cabinets near the sink when he froze. He didn’t love Ro. Fuck no. Helikedher, sure.
Of course, he did.
It was why he’d damn near gone ballistic when he’d spotted that fucknut Yorke putting his hands on her. His reaction hadn’t been from jealousy. He’d never even thought about his sister’s friend in that way.
But she was also his friend, and he hadn’t lied when he’d told her he refused to stand by and let that shit happen. And so help him, it happens again…