Hazel spent the rest of the weekend working on a painting of the pond on Will's property and he dragged a camping chair out there using reading as an excuse. He hardly managed to read anything since he was too enthralled by the look on his wife's face as she painted.
It was obvious that she loved to draw from how many of those crayon drawings she gave him way back when but they were all done during daylight hours. He never actually saw her do them.
In the past few weeks she had been living with him, Will had plenty of opportunity to watch her work. She always got this tiny little divot between her brows when she was concentrating. He wondered if she was even aware of it. Probably not but it was very cute.
Once it got too dark to paint, Hazel either played pool with him or worked on the digital art for that comic. And when they went to bed she refused his request to cuddle.
It appeared that the other night had been a one-time deal. That nightmare must have really rattled her.
