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friend,” said Laura. I could give her a ring if you like and see what she has to say. I’m sure she’d want to look at your work. She’d have some advice for you at least.”
    Kate’s eyes widened in delight. “That’d be great. I’d really appreciate that.”
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    Laura smiled. “I’ll give you a ring when I’ve got onto her then.”
    “I’d really like you to have a look at some of my pictures,”
    said Kate. “I’d value your opinion.”
    “I’d be delighted to see them, but don’t ask me to give you an educated critique.” She grinned. “I’m one of those people who only knows what they like, without knowing why.”
    Glancing at her watch, Laura was surprised to see it was five o’clock. The time had passed very quickly. Calling for the check, Laura settled the bill, and they got up to leave. Kate seemed slightly unsteady on her feet as she stood.
    “I feel like I’ve drunk too much,” she said. “It didn’t seem like we had that much, though.”
    Laura laughed. “That’ll be the saki. It creeps up on you. I’ll drive you home and you can collect your car tomorrow.”
    “It gives you a nice feeling, saki, doesn’t it,” said Kate as she settled into the car beside Laura. “I don’t feel at all drunk, just sort of floaty.”
    Laura nodded, smiling, as she started up the car. She glanced across at Kate’s profile again and decided she was really very sweet.
    Kate rented a two-bedroom apartment with another young woman, on the other side of the Yarra River, which divided the city. It was an area known for its good fresh food market, and enclave of gay cafes and bars. They’d decided on the way home that this was a good opportunity for Laura to have a look at Kate’s paintings.
    “I think they’re wonderful, Kate,” said Laura, genuinely impressed. “I particularly like these bush scenes.” She turned to Kate. “As I said, I’m no expert in matters of form or technique, but I can clearly see your talent. I’m sure the 31
    woman at the gallery will be interested in these.”
    “Thank you,” said Kate, clearly pleased with Laura’s response.
    They stood in her bedroom where the paintings were hung on the walls and stacked up around the walls. While Laura was concentrating on another picture, she could feel Kate gazing at her.
    When Laura turned to say she’d better be going, she was struck by the way Kate was looking at her. Her look was openly sexual, and the afternoon sun edging in through the window was casting a hazy golden light across Kate’s face. Her eyes held that disconcerting warm intensity, and her hair glinted in the light. Laura, transfixed, shuddered slightly as Kate brazenly stepped forward and kissed her softly on the mouth.
    Kate put her arms around her, and Laura felt a dangerous warmth unfolding inside her. Kate kissed her again passionately, and without thinking, Laura found herself instinctively returning her kiss.
    Kate moaned, and Laura came to her senses. She withdrew from Kate quickly. She felt disoriented and mortified. “I’m sorry, Kate, I shouldn’t have done that.” She headed immediately to the front door.
    Kate followed her. “Laura, please don’t be angry. Are you in a relationship? Is that what’s wrong?” Laura hesitated in the doorway. Kate’s eyes were dark, and the passion in them forced Laura to quickly look away. “No, Kate. But that’s not the point. I’m sorry, I have to go.”
    As Laura drove home, she wondered about her sanity. The kiss with Kate had been inappropriate. She worked with her and their embrace was unprofessional. She blamed herself, being so much older. But her reaction to Kate 32
    concerned her more. The kiss she’d returned had sent a current of desire cursing through her body. She hadn’t had sex for months. That must be it, Laura decided. She’d just have to make light of it the next time she saw her. She’d handled more embarrassing situations than this. She was left, however, with a lingering
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