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"You just made a friend for life, Clay, when you complimented mom on her paintings." Mattie reached over and gave him a quick kiss as he parked the Jeep at the campsite. "Where on earth will you find space to hang it?"
They climbed out of the Jeep, and grabbed the containers of leftovers, and Clay picked up her mother's painting.
"I like your mother's work, Mattie." Clay held it gingerly as they walked to the camper, and he unlocked the door for them. "It reminds me of one of the views from Cabot Trail in Cape Breton. I'll find a place for it."
Mattie watched as Clay inserted a screw hook in a section of wall between the front door and the window above the booth. He made sure the wire on the back of the painting was secured on the hook before adjusting the canvas and standing back and admiring it.
"That looks nice there." Mattie started getting ready for bed. "This was a fun two days, don't you think?"
"I agree." He tucked the hammer back in the box under the sink. "But, it's also nice just to be the two of us again." He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close.
"I'll second that," she whispered as she lifted her hands to run along his neckline and felt the incredibly soft touch of his lips on hers.