know what I would do if I couldn’t create.”
“Wow. I’m sold.”
She lowered her head, embarrassed for gushing like a schoolgirl. “I must sound like an idealistic nut.”
“No, you sound like someone who truly loves what she does. That’s rare.”
Suddenly the cab swerved to the right, tossing Desiree against Lincoln’s hard chest.
Instinctively he grabbed her. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he said with that wicked sparkle in his eyes.
Her breath skidded in her chest as she realized her mouth was inches away from his.
“Sorry about that, folks,” the cabbie said, breaking the magic spell in concert with a knock on the door.
* * *
Desiree shook her head, and that snowy afternoon was replaced by warmth and green.
“Just a moment.” She went to the door and opened it.
“I know I shouldn’t be here…”
She took his hand. “Come in, Lincoln.”
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