Page 61 of Too Enchanting

My mind was reeling and my emotions were going haywire. I needed time to think, to release some of this anger and energy, and I needed to get far away from Serena, her fucked-up friend Kylie, and whatever the hell had just happened inside that gallery.

I drove home, a little faster than necessary, and headed straight for my workshop.

I turned my music on, loud, took off the stupid jacket and tie I’d been wearing, along with the button-up shirt, which left me in my T-shirt and slacks.

I looked around the room, nothing I was currently working on was calling to me, and decided to start on a new river table. It would take a lot of time, muscle, and concentration, and was just what I needed in that moment.

I got out everything I’d need: Power jointer, jigsaw, hand saw, circular saw, and some other smaller tools, then went to the back of my shop to pick out the wood I wanted to use. Once I had a few nice pieces of cedar, I went back inside, set them against the wall, then grabbed one for my table.

I took a few deep, calming breaths, needing to get my head on straight before I worked with power tools. I may have been a hot head, but I wasn’t an idiot.

I allowed myself one stray thought and wondered, which Serena was the real one … the stuck-up woman with a heart of ice, or the sweet, funny, caring woman I’d been with over the last few weeks.

I was almost afraid of the answer, so I blocked it all out and found that space in my head where I could shut off the world and just create.

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