The fashion industry was all about blank slates. But the barn wasn’t blank. It was full of cats and hay, saddles and bridles, equipment and generations of hardware. It was the opposite of blank. And she just couldn’t see past the reality to the possibility.So, she called in some help.“Hey, Celeste,” Gavin said, walking down the wide center aisle of the barn. Dust motes glittered around him, and looking directly at him was like looking into the sun. “Thomas said you were looking for me.”He tucked his thumbs inside his tool belt and leaned against a stall door. The last two weeks she’d been eating lunch with him, and his glamour was undiminished by familiarity. None of his appeal had worn away. And now she knew that beneath his surfer hair he had an artist’s clever brain and a saint’s generous heart. A combination that drew her in like gravity.“We need more room,” she said.Gavin held up his hands, his laugh a deep ripple through the air. “I’ve been in the middle of this fight with you and Victoria too often.”“But you know I’m right.”
