Chapter Five

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"Knock, knock..." Dash poked his head around the corner.

"Dash?" Kate looked up, surprised to see him.

It had been almost two weeks since they'd met at Cookie's gallery. Seeing him again brought back the same butterflies that filled her insides that night. They'd spoken by phone several times and exchanged a handful of texts, but had been unable to sync their schedules for an actual date--not by Kate's choosing. But he'd had a trip to New York on the books and she had work obligations of her own.

"You're not supposed to be here." She quickly reached for a towel, draping it over the wax figure she was sculpting.

"What can I say?" He stepped inside the large work space in the back of her studio. "I'm curious."

"Nosy is more like it." She teased. "I thought I wouldn't see you until Friday."

"Is that your father's piece there?" He asked, pointing to the table in front of her.

"It might be." She answered coolly.

"C'mon, just a little peek." He begged.

"Rule number one. Absolutely no peeking."

"What if I make it worth your while?" He moved closer to her. "Maybe a trade of some kind?"

"Such as?" She inquired, seeing a mischievous look in his eyes.

"You let me look and I take you to lunch. At that new Asian fusion restaurant you said you wanted to try?" He grinned, walking his fingers across the work table near the hidden piece.

"Not even for that." She swatted his hand away.

"Tell you what. Let's go to lunch anyway. It's a win-win for you."

"I'd love to," She began, checking her watch. "It's just that I'm meeting with a client."

"Now?"

"He'll be here in a few minutes."

"I don't mind waiting." Dash offered. "We could grab a bite when you're done."

"I honestly don't know how long it will take. I'd hate for you to wait around here when--"

"If I didn't know better," He interrupted. "I'd say you're trying to get rid of me."

"Maybe I'm trying to wrangle a dinner invitation out of you." She looked him squarely in the eye.

"Maybe you just did." He replied with a smile. "How does seven-thirty sound?"

"Perfect." She smiled back. "I'll meet you there."

"Meet me there?" His voice suddenly took on a more serious tone. "It's our first official date. We only have a one chance to have a first date. If you drive yourself, don't you think that's a little..." He struggled for the right word.

"Progressive? Unexpected? Modern?" She offered.

"Listen, I'm all for equality of the sexes but I'm also a sucker for good old fashioned courting." He continued. "Why don't you give your driver the night off and let me pick you up? I promise to obey all speed limits and keep my hands at ten and two at all times."

She reached for a scrap of paper on the end of the table. Hurriedly, she scribbled down her address. With a grin, she held the piece of paper out to him.

"I bet you don't hear the word no very often." She held the piece of paper out to him.

"Rarely if ever." His fingers brushed against hers as he took the address from her hand.

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