The instructor didn’t look my way. Clearly she was too involved with the painter in the very front who was probably knocking it out of the park with their painting.
I covered my mouth with both hands as I pointed to Heather’s painting.
“Are you playing against yourself?” I asked.
Heather shook her head and pointed to the girl who was sitting on the other side of her. “Alison’s playing.”
Leaning back, I waved to Alison. When I looked at her painting, I chuckled again. It was a giant blob of blue with yellow dots.
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“What is going on with y’all? She’s going to yell at you again, Ellie,” Ari stated with a stern expression.
I pointed to where I had painted Mild instead of Wild. It didn’t take long for the four of us to get the giggles. The more we tried to hide it, the worse it became. The next thing I knew, the instructor was standing in front of us, hands on her hips and one pissed off look on her face.
“May I ask what is so amusing?”
It was right about then Gunner and Jeff walked up. “Hello ladies, how’s the painting coming?”
The instructor rolled her eyes and spun around, her pointer finger ready to start pointing as she yelled at them for interrupting the Zen of the painting. She jumped back and covered her nose.
“Excuse me, you are interrupting my class, and that smell!”
Jeff shrugged and smiled. “Skunk attack at two in the morning.”
The instructor gagged then turned to Gunner. “Oh, well hello there. Are you um, are you interested in painting?”
Gunner flashed that melt-your-panties smile of his at her. “No ma’am. I’m sorry we interrupted. I thought the class would be over by now.”
The instructor playfully swatted at Gunner as her cheeks blushed. “You’re not interrupted at all! Not. At. All.”
My mouth fell as I gave her a dazed look.
Ari reached over and placed her finger on my chin, lifting it until my lips met. “You’re going to catch flies, Ellie.”
Swinging my gaze to Ari, I shook my head. “Do you see this right now?”
Ari chuckled. “I see it.”
Jeff stepped forward and tipped his hat at our art teacher and made his way over to Ari. She quickly stepped to the side and tried to wave the smell away. Leaning down, he kissed her softly on the lips, eliciting sighs from all the women in the area.
“Wow, look at your painting. Where will we hang it?” Jeff asked.
Ari wore a huge grin. “The baby’s room.”
Awe’s were heard across the lawn. Even with Jeff stinking like high hell, his good looks still drew the ladies in.
When I looked back at Gunner, our instructor was still eyeing him like she was ready to pounce on him. I cleared my throat, drawing Gunner’s attention over to me. His smile came to life, filling my chest with warmth.
Oh, how I loved this man.
“Excuse me ma’am, but my beautiful wife is right there.”
“He’s good,” Heather whispered as she started to clean up her painting area. Her and Alison quickly got lost in a conversation.
“Hey there, sweetheart. How was the painting class?”
I shrugged. “I’m pretty sure folks won’t be lining up to buy my work anytime soon.”