Leah’s Pov

“Where are my color swatches?!”

I tore through the kitchen drawer like a lunatic, tossing out pens, sticky notes, a banana (don’t ask), and what looked like a coupon for ‘One Free Hug’ from Miranda—dated last Christmas.

Alex appeared in the doorway, towel around his neck, fresh out of the shower and completely confused. “Are we under attack?”

“Yes,” I said. “By the wrong shade of mint green! This nursery isn’t going to paint ...