trapped in the walls of a house or building.
She had gotten so good at concealing the truth about her psychic side that she had been able to keep it from her first husband. She had loved Preston dearly and she knew that he had loved her. But deep down she had always known that if she told him her secrets he would have worried desperately about the state of her mental health. He never would have been able to look at her the same way again.
She would not have blamed him. There were times in the past when she herself had feared for her sanity, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
especially during those ghastly months at Candle Lake Manor.
The most unsettling aspect of her relationship with Ethan was that, although she had told him about her sixth sense, he had been relatively unfazed. That was the good news.
The bad news was that she was pretty sure the reason he had taken her revelation so calmly was because he did not really believe that she was psychic. In his opinion, she was merely extremely intuitive.
As a private investigator who relied heavily on his own intuition, Ethan could accept and deal with that explanation.
Lindsey went ahead of her down the hall, heading for the wide staircase that led to the second level of the big house.
“I took a look at your library yesterday on my way out,” Lindsey said over her shoulder. “I see you decided to go with those dark red bookshelves. Don’t you think that color will be too strong in that space? You’ve already got a lot going on in there.”
Take deep breaths, Zoe told herself. Whatever you do, don’t get defensive.
“The effect will be much different once the books are on the shelves,” she said.
“Well, it’s your space.” Lindsey started up the stairs, clutching her satchel. “But you’ve already got so many colors in there. All that ocher and terra-cotta is a bit much. The room seems very warm, especially for such a hot climate.”
Zoe ground her teeth but managed to keep her mouth shut.
Lindsey did not wait for a response. At the top of the stairs she turned and disappeared in the direction of the master bedroom suite.
Promising herself that she would not swear, not even under her breath, Zoe continued down the hall to her library.
Lindsey was wrong, she thought. The deep red squares of the floor-to-ceiling shelves would act as punchy frames for the books and objets d’art displayed against the blue-trimmed ocher walls. They would also accent the terra-cotta tiles and the colorful rugs.
She told herself that Lindsey was also mistaken when she said that the colors in the library were too hot for a desert climate. The hues did not look warm; on the contrary, they made a cool contrast to the heat.
The long-standing success of the Spanish Colonial and Mediterranean styles was proof that rich jewel-toned colors worked in a bright environment. They provided the illusion of shade and helped cut the glare of an intense sun.
In her opinion, white was the wrong choice for the desert, Zoe thought as she rounded the corner into her library. Especially when it was used as starkly and extensively as Lindsey had used it in that bedroom upstairs. The last thing you wanted to do in this brightly lit landscape was reflect the light. White could easily act like a mirror when it came to glare.
There were exceptions to every rule, of course. Arcadia could get away with white in her apartment because Arcadia was Arcadia. Pales suited her personality and created the right kind of energy in her living space. But the energy flow upstairs in Lindsey’s bedroom was going to be less than optimal, Zoe Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
concluded.
She stopped on the threshold and surveyed her library. She had designed it with a family in mind. She was not sure why, but for some reason she’d had a picture of a mom and a dad and two little kids in her head from the very start of the
She had gotten so good at concealing the truth about her psychic side that she had been able to keep it from her first husband. She had loved Preston dearly and she knew that he had loved her. But deep down she had always known that if she told him her secrets he would have worried desperately about the state of her mental health. He never would have been able to look at her the same way again.
She would not have blamed him. There were times in the past when she herself had feared for her sanity, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
especially during those ghastly months at Candle Lake Manor.
The most unsettling aspect of her relationship with Ethan was that, although she had told him about her sixth sense, he had been relatively unfazed. That was the good news.
The bad news was that she was pretty sure the reason he had taken her revelation so calmly was because he did not really believe that she was psychic. In his opinion, she was merely extremely intuitive.
As a private investigator who relied heavily on his own intuition, Ethan could accept and deal with that explanation.
Lindsey went ahead of her down the hall, heading for the wide staircase that led to the second level of the big house.
“I took a look at your library yesterday on my way out,” Lindsey said over her shoulder. “I see you decided to go with those dark red bookshelves. Don’t you think that color will be too strong in that space? You’ve already got a lot going on in there.”
Take deep breaths, Zoe told herself. Whatever you do, don’t get defensive.
“The effect will be much different once the books are on the shelves,” she said.
“Well, it’s your space.” Lindsey started up the stairs, clutching her satchel. “But you’ve already got so many colors in there. All that ocher and terra-cotta is a bit much. The room seems very warm, especially for such a hot climate.”
Zoe ground her teeth but managed to keep her mouth shut.
Lindsey did not wait for a response. At the top of the stairs she turned and disappeared in the direction of the master bedroom suite.
Promising herself that she would not swear, not even under her breath, Zoe continued down the hall to her library.
Lindsey was wrong, she thought. The deep red squares of the floor-to-ceiling shelves would act as punchy frames for the books and objets d’art displayed against the blue-trimmed ocher walls. They would also accent the terra-cotta tiles and the colorful rugs.
She told herself that Lindsey was also mistaken when she said that the colors in the library were too hot for a desert climate. The hues did not look warm; on the contrary, they made a cool contrast to the heat.
The long-standing success of the Spanish Colonial and Mediterranean styles was proof that rich jewel-toned colors worked in a bright environment. They provided the illusion of shade and helped cut the glare of an intense sun.
In her opinion, white was the wrong choice for the desert, Zoe thought as she rounded the corner into her library. Especially when it was used as starkly and extensively as Lindsey had used it in that bedroom upstairs. The last thing you wanted to do in this brightly lit landscape was reflect the light. White could easily act like a mirror when it came to glare.
There were exceptions to every rule, of course. Arcadia could get away with white in her apartment because Arcadia was Arcadia. Pales suited her personality and created the right kind of energy in her living space. But the energy flow upstairs in Lindsey’s bedroom was going to be less than optimal, Zoe Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
concluded.
She stopped on the threshold and surveyed her library. She had designed it with a family in mind. She was not sure why, but for some reason she’d had a picture of a mom and a dad and two little kids in her head from the very start of the
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