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Chapter Eighteen
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I had a few minutes before I needed to get up. So—
I let out a breath and hit the blue search button.
I had a Pinterest board for recipes, crafts, and inspirational quotes. I had over 8,000 pins.
And I had a board specifically for man candy. A board of man candy that was noticeably lacking a certain someone currently getting dressed in my bathroom.
Every once in a while I'd glimpse Chance Encounters' lyrics or band pictures but I avoided them.
But now—
I plunged into their world on Pinterest with a simple tap of a button.
And, boy, what a world it was.
Lyrics, quotes, and band were the categories just below the search bar. Under that began the general various images.
And there were tons.
It made me a little dizzy actually.
A great shot of the band sat at the top of the left column while a graphic with a line of "Page 53" on the right. I tapped band quick enough, not wanting to read the lyrics.
Wasn't there yet.
I scrolled through the pics. The band smiled in some, were serious in others. Some were promotional shots while others were concert shots.
"What are you looking at?" Grady asked, strolling into the room.
"Pinterest." I glanced up at him, deciding to be honest. "You on Pinterest."
"Me?" He stopped at the end of the bed. "Really?"
He didn't even know Pinterest existed until I told him about it a couple of months ago. So the surprise wasn't unexpected and maybe it had something to do with the subject matter as well. "Well, Chance Encounters on Pinterest which includes you."
His eyebrows went up. "How interesting."
I went back to scrolling. "Karen mentioned the 80's phase but I didn't quite believe her." I squinted at the screen. "Until now. Those are some very bright colors."
"It wasn't really an 80's thing. Just the bright colors made it seem that way and most of it was stage effects. We had these special lights made to make the paint glow—"
"Would those special lights happen to be a black light?" I grinned.
He looked a little sheepish. "Not a black light. I don't know all the logistics. The idea sparked with me, Emory came up with the concept and looked up that engineer we worked with back in college to develop it. At the concerts, we'd give out these little capped discs of neon face paint along with the specialty made bracelets."
Wow, that's—a lot. "How generous of you."
"Nearly broke our budget."
"I can imagine. Where did the idea come from?"
He looked at me and a second, saw right through me. "Do you want the truth or the company line?"
Since we both knew the company line held only a fraction of the truth— "Truth, always. You know that." No matter how hard it is.
He gave me a long, hard look as if contemplating the situation. He did this a lot. I did it too. We were doing it less but still more than normal couples.
