“God, is it really that difficult?” He mutters under his breath as he comes up behind you, putting his dark hand over yours and guiding your paint brush to the right area. “The sky is not green, and the grass is not blue.” Ethan is a painter, a passionate one at that. He’s also your dead sister’s former boyfriend, who doesn’t know how to get over the girl. You insisted for him to teach you how to paint—to give him some real human contact after his three year dating hiatus.