Billy quite agreed. "Ego's not quite my style, but there's nothing wrong with a slight complexity of patterns."

He closed his eyes and willed himself to concentrate, creating a web of slightly lighter blues on his jacket in almost the exact pattern that Ronnae had painted on him when they were 'married'. That had been one of the brightest days he could remember.

His arms stayed tight around her as he relaxed into their clam shell. "You'll see."

And if he was given the chance to read to her, she really would.