"This is the color?" Jordan rubbed his chin as he studied her list. "Island? What
kind of color is Island?"
"Greeny blue. Sort of." She handed over the paint chip. "See? What's wrong with
it?"
"I didn't say anything was wrong with it. It's just not something that makes me
think bookstore."
"It's not just a bookstore, it's ... Damn it." She held the sample up, she held it
down. She crossed her eyes and still couldn't envision it on the walls of her space.
"Malory picked it out. I was going to go with this off-white, and she and Zoe
jumped all over me."
"White always works."
She hissed out a breath. "See, they said I was thinking like a man. Men won't pick
color. They're scared of color."
"We are not."
"What color's your living room in New York?"
He shot her a bland look. "That's entirely beside the point."
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