Kate looked up at the coffered ceiling, at the carved woodwork and limestone fireplace, at the buffed hardwood floors and the plank walls painted dove grey. Baseball cards sat in piles on the coffee table. “Welcome,” Jack said and held out his hands. “You never did see the house finished.” “It’s gorgeous,” Kate said. “Really. Have you ever thought about doing this for someone else?” He laughed and held up his hand. “No way. I could never do this for someone else.” “I like the colors.” “Maggie chose those,” he said. “She wanted to be an interior designer for a little while. That was before she wanted to be a photographer and then before she wanted to work on her family farm, forming a gourmet goat cheese business.” Jack smiled and Kate followed him toward the archway she remembered would take them to the kitchen. The hallway walls had the same plank board.
