Page 271 of Secrets Hidden In The Glass

Nate nodded. “You’re in for a treat. I’m going to head out and chop up a few of those bigger pieces of firewood, then stock our pile. The Weather Channel’s saying that ocean storm’s changing track. They’re predicting a foot of snow tomorrow afternoon into the evening.”

Rebecca frowned. “I can’t say I miss the snow.”

“Well, you’re getting it in spades tomorrow.”

“Do you need some help?” Callie wanted to know.

“Nah.” He kissed her forehead. “Go knock my mom’s socks off.”

“Okay.”

Nate headed for the door, and Callie walked with Rebecca into the garage and her work in progress. “It’s a bit of a mess out here.”

Rebecca dismissed Callie’s comment with a small laugh. “You should have seen my office when I was in the middle of a remodel—samples of this and that all over the place. Molly mentioned something about the work you’ve been creating for the new business.”

Callie nodded, looking to the ceiling, where her pendant lighting in several different shades of blue waited to be installed at the bakery.

Rebecca pressed a hand to her heart. “Simply breathtaking.”

“Thank you.” She walked over to the table, where she was still cutting glass for the huge abstract piece she was making for the large east wall in Molly’s side room. “This is pretty new. I haven’t had nearly as much time as I would like to move things along, but the design is here. I plan to use several different colors to bring this to life.”

“It sort of looks like swimming fish, yet it doesn’t necessarily have to be.”

Callie nodded again. “It’s all about perspective. People will see what they want to see.”

Rebecca touched the few pieces of glass that were in place in their designated space on the design. “How do you know what to do?”

She nibbled her lip, trying to find the words. “I’m not exactly sure. It’s an instinct, I guess. I put my pencil on the paper and my creativity takes care of the rest. I imagine it’s a lot like designing a room—how you see stuff and know how it would go together in the space.”

Rebecca nodded. “All right. That makes sense.” She picked up the brochure from the island exhibition and started flipping through the pages. “Oh, I can’t tell you how disappointed I was to miss this. Sometimes Arizona seems like it’s on the other side of the planet.”

Callie glanced at one of her dreamscapes on the page and looked away. “The flowers you and Henry sent were beautiful.”

Rebecca set down the brochure. “I would love to learn. Gwen’s going to have to sign me up for one of your beginner classes. When we come back for the baby’s birth I’m going to get in on the fun.”

Callie smiled. “All right. Maybe if we have some time before you leave, we can sneak in a private lesson.”

Rebecca’s eyes filled with excitement. “How about we let the boys stuff their faces tomorrow and you and I can just stay here?”

Callie wrinkled her nose. “I was sort of planning on stuffing my face too.”

Rebecca laughed. “Oh, honey, I sure do like you.” She closed the distance between them and tucked the hair escaping Callie’s ponytail behind her ear. “You’re absolutely beautiful and kind and so talented. You make my son happy—bring a light to his eyes I’ve never seen before.”

Callie blinked as her eyes grew teary—residual emotions she wished she could hide away. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Rebecca grinned. “I think it’s safe to say Nate feels the same way. Henry and I are so pleased.”

Callie’s small smile disappeared. “I’m worried about him. My case has been a lot. And last night I remembered…” She shook her head, unable to say what she’d seen. “Everything with Captain Bob…”

Rebecca hugged her, holding on tight the way Nate always did. “He’s going to figure things out. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Callie returned her embrace. “Thank you.”

“It’s all going to work out. You’ll see.”

The timer for the oven went off.

Rebecca drew away. “That sounds like our pie.”