Page 175 of Clinically Bewitched
“I am focused.”
“On the renovations.”
“Right. Renovations. Because that’s why we’re here. Not because the universe decided to send six walking advertisements for genetic perfection to renovate your house.”
“VIVIAN!”
She laughed. “Sorry. I’m just... processing.”
“Process faster.”
Jasper walked over, carrying a tablet. “Vivian, we’d love your input on the kitchen backsplash. We have a few options.”
“Yes,” she said immediately.
“You haven’t seen the options yet.”
“Don’t care. Yes, to all of them.”
He laughed. “How about we look at them first?”
“Fine. But I’m going to need you to stop smiling like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you know exactly how attractive you are.”
“Vivian,” I said, my voice rising.
“What? I’m just being honest.”
“You’re being inappropriate.”
“I’m being observant.”
“Same thing.”
Athena was laughing on the couch. “Julien, relax. She’s just having fun.”
“This isn’t fun. This is a professional renovation project with a strict timeline and—”
The front door opened and Winnie walked in, carrying a bag of what appeared to be baked goods. “I brought cookies!” she announced. “I figured everyone could use—”
She stopped.
Stared at the contractors, then gasped. “Oh my!”
Not Winnie, too.
“Hi,” Clint said, walking over. “I’m Clint. You must be Winnie. Julien mentioned you work with him.”
“I... yes. Work. With Julien. At the hospital. Where we... work.”
“Are those cookies?” Bo asked, appearing beside Clint.
“Yes, chocolate chip. I made them this morning.”
“They smell amazing,” Chase said, joining them.
