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“Marry
me.”
    He’d known he was taking advantage of her
vulnerability, but at the time, he hadn’t cared. He’d convinced
himself that she finally saw him as the man who truly loved
her.
    He was a fool.
    When they arrived at the restaurant, he asked
her if she wanted to go inside or wait in the car.
    “I’ll come inside. Maybe it will give me some
ideas.”
    He walked around to her side of the car and
opened her door. She stepped out. How lovely she was tonight in her
dress and high heels. Her skin glowed with health and a few wisps
of her hair had fallen down around her ears. His body ached with
desire. It was all he could do to keep from leaning over and
kissing her sweet mouth. If he kissed her, would she remember, or
would she pull away, offended and alarmed?
    She walked with him into the restaurant and
stood in the entry way, admiring the brightly colored beaded wall
hangings. “Henderson,” he told the cashier, and in a few minutes,
there were several plastic sacks filled with containers for them to
carry out.
    Kelly looked at the stack of Styrofoam
containers and smiled. “That’s a lot of food.”
    “These are mine. Yours are still in the
kitchen.”
    The cashier said, “Pardon me? Is your order
not complete?”
    “No, it’s fine,” Lars reassured, regretting
his poor attempt at humor.
    “I love your necklace,” Kelly said to the
cashier. “Does the elephant have a special meaning?”
    “Yes, it represents good luck and
prosperity.”
    “I could use an elephant,” Kelly said as they
returned to his car.
    “We all could,” Lars agreed. He wasn’t
exactly sure how he was going to tell her that they were married,
but he could use all the good luck he could get.
    They ended up at her studio, a converted
small three bedroom home that she’d bought a few years earlier.
She’d torn out the walls between the living room and the kitchen to
make one big workroom. One bedroom was filled with shelves for
inventory and works in progress. The second contained her electric
kilns. The third held her loom. Everything was simple and clean,
stripped down to the barest essentials. In the corner of the
workroom was a mattress where she sometimes slept.
    They sat on the cool cement floor of her
workroom to eat. “You’ll get your pants dirty,” she exclaimed as he
sat down across from her.
    “It’s not a big deal,” he said. Kelly had
only one chair at her studio, the one she sat on when she worked at
her wheels. She rarely allowed company to visit, and he was honored
that she’d invited him inside.
    “At least let me get you a pillow,” she said,
and walked to one of the back rooms. She returned with two huge
bright green square pillows.
    He fingered the nubby texture. “Did you weave
these?”
    She frowned. “Yes, but the customer who
special ordered them, decided she wanted a bluer green, so now I’m
stuck with them.”
    Lars sat on his pillow. “You need to take
your money up front on special orders,” he said.
    Kelly rolled her eyes and didn’t say
anything. She sat down as well, slid her feet out of her high
heeled pumps and wiggled her toes. She asked, “Why do women put
themselves through such torture?”
    “Because you’ve got great legs and you want
to show them off?”
    She looked at him, one eyebrow raised in
disbelief. “It’s all foolishness,” she said and rubbed her toes.
She sighed. “Ah, that feels good.”
    He’d heard that sigh before, and his body
immediately tightened at the memory.
    She saw him watching her. “You can take off
your shoes, too.”
    “I’m fine,” he said stiffly. The last thing
he wanted was to start removing clothes.
    She reached over to loosen his tie. The touch
seemed to sear through him, making him shake. “Come on, Lars, relax
a little,” she urged and started to undo the top button of his
shirt. “Breathe.”
    He’d given in to temptation once before, and
he had no intention of giving in again. He pushed her hand away and
shifted back,