Since getting her cast off, she had no problem jumping back into sculpting, but today…she was painting. The jolt of creativity had caught her off guard. She had expected it to hit, but it had sustained her for three weeks, and she was afraid of what it meant.Setting down her paintbrush, she looked out the window at the dogwoods now blooming in the Santinis’ back yard. Papa and Joey had gone off to see Vince for lunch and she had opted to stay behind. Her feelings over Jesse were starting to get to her and she needed to sort them out. Of course, she had started painting. She glanced at the painting. It was Jesse. He seemed to occupy all of her thoughts lately. It wasn’t like her to get this giddy over a man so fast. She needed to talk to someone, but talking to Joey would be a mistake. She would go all gung ho on the getting serious with the Marine. Like kismet, her phone rang with Kee’s ringtone. She hesitated, then picked it up. “Hey, Kianna.”“Hey there. How are things going?”“I’ve been painting.”A beat of silence.
