ring.
“Frances, it’s Daniel.”
“Good morning, Mr. Sinclair.” Her voice was pleasant, and even though he couldn’t see her, he knew she was smiling.
“I’ve had something come up and I won’t be coming into the office today. Please reschedule my meetings.”
“Oh, okay. I hope everything is all right.” The disappointment in her voice was evident.
“Yes, everything is fine. I’m not to be disturbed today, Frances, unless it’s an absolute emergency. Things can wait until I return tomorrow.” His voice was firm and left no room for argument.
“Yes, sir.”
Daniel ended the call and a moment later, Sabrina came walking out of the bedroom. Damn, she was fast. He’d never met a woman who could get ready as quickly as she did. She was dressed in a simple purple sundress with white sandals. He let his gaze roam over her body and linger on her long, shapely legs.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
He walked to her and caressed her cheek. “You look beautiful as always, Sabrina.” She took his breath away every time he looked at her.
She blushed. “Thank you.”
God, he loved it when she blushed like that. And he loved knowing he was the one responsible for putting that color into her cheeks. “Are you ready?”
Nodding, she answered, “Yes.”
Daniel took her hand and laced his fingers with hers as he led her out of the apartment. “Is there anything specific you want to see?”
“Surprise me.”
He laughed. “That I can do.”
Sabrina looked at him with so much excitement in her eyes it was like watching a kid on Christmas morning. Her enthusiasm was contagious.
“The Met is my favorite place in the city.” He squeezed her hand. “Let’s start there.”
Sabrina smiled and nodded, gently clutching his arm and walking beside him down the sidewalk. Neither of them spoke, and Daniel couldn’t take his eyes off her. Seeing her experience his city with him pleased him immensely.
A short cab ride took them to the Metropolitan Museum. He couldn’t wait to show Sabrina the museum and his favorite exhibits.
They entered through the main entrance on Fifth Avenue and Eighty-Second Street. The lighting was dim except for the natural sunlight that filtered through the windows. It was this dimness, this ambience, that Daniel found comforting and familiar.
He came here whenever he needed to be alone and think. The familiarity of these walls had offered him solace when he’d dealt with difficult situations. He found strolling through the galleries calming and peaceful.
Before today, Daniel had never visited the Met with any of his girlfriends. He’d never had the desire to share this part of his life with anyone. But Sabrina was different. He wanted to share everything with her.
As was to be expected on a mid-week morning, there were plenty of tourists around. It was always easy to spot them, as they were the ones who rushed through the museum, trying to take in everything all at once, afraid if they slowed down or stopped they would miss something. Ironically, by rushing, they missed everything.
Daniel directed Sabrina toward the Egyptian wing. But she tugged on his hand, stopping him. “Don’t we have to pay for admission?” Sabrina nodded toward the ticket booth.
He smiled. Daniel was a member, giving a very large monthly donation that allowed him to visit whenever he wanted. He opened his mouth to tell her that, but then quickly closed it.
“You’re right. Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
He walked to the ticket booth, paid the regular admission price for two, and was given two aluminum Metropolitan pins—the signature “ticket” for anyone who’d paid admission. He didn’t have to do this, but he wanted Sabrina to have a memento of her first visit to the Met and of their time here together. It was a memory he was making with Sabrina, and as such priceless.
Sabrina was waiting for him near the information desk. She held a brochure in her hand. “Did you know they have all