A paintbrush rested in his right hand, unmoving. His eyes focused on the sea, but he hadn’t put a drop of life onto the canvas. If he looked for it as he did now, he could see the stone dance and just past that, Liv’s cottage. Since he was thinking of her, he sent a little hello and a message that he’d be round tomorrow to work on the addition he and Jack were building on to the small house. He needed only to do the finishing work inside, and then of course he would help Jack with the painting. His twin returned the connection with curiosity and a pull at his subconscious memory. Crafty, but he wouldn’t let Liv’s inquisitive nature ruin Jack’s surprise. Skye broke the link before Liv could read the rest of his thoughts. Jack had settled in well with the rest of their family, but he was a man used to his own space. He needed an office, or so he and Skye had told Liv. The new room was a huge nursery, but she wasn’t supposed to know about that yet. Skye had never seen a man as big a fool over a baby as Jackson Roarke.
