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nothing more than
disappointment. She wasn’t about to get her hopes up too high on some whim from
the observational skills of her friend.
    Though she had to admit,
he had a very nice smile. She had to find out more and if these crazy ideas
were true or not. Maybe Renzo Cipriano did have something for her. Well, she
thought there was only one way to find out.

 
    * * * *

 
    It had been three days
since Renzo sent the flowers to Jaslyn. He had yet to hear one word from her.
He thought she would have at least called or come by the restaurant or
something. But he got nothing at all and it irked him. Despite being Sunday, he
didn’t have much to do before the restaurant opened, so he decided to go by her
store. When he walked inside, the first thing he noticed were the flowers
sitting on the table where she had sat with his mother. He smiled.
    “Hello?”
    Looking to where the
voice came from, he saw her walking from the back with a clipboard in her hands
and a smile on her pretty face. “Why hello there, Mr. Cipriano, how are you
today?”
    Even her smile made his
heart skip a beat. She was strikingly beautiful even wearing a simple, royal
purple dress with a wide belt accenting her hips. Her long legs went on for
days tucked inside a pair of brown suede boots that went to her knees. Renzo
needed to say something before he ended up looking like a goofball in front of
this woman. “Please call me Renzo, Ms. Whitman.”
    “And you can call me
Jaslyn. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to thank you for the flowers. They were
lovely.”
    “I’m glad you liked
them. As long as my mom is happy then I am happy.”
    “I’m the same with mine
as well. So what can I do you for today?”
    Now what Einstein? What
are you going to tell her your reason for being here is? You should have
thought of something before you walked in here, stupid. Take a deep breath and
just figure out something. “I came to find something for my
living room.”
    “Oh, well are you
looking for some type of furniture or just an accent piece?” Those hazel eyes
of hers twinkled at him. God, he could stare at them for days. But he could see
by the look in her eyes, she was waiting for his answer.
    “I’m looking for an
accent piece for my living room. Like a new lamp, vase, or something different
or maybe something for my office.”
    “Well, come with me and
I will show you some pieces that you might like.” As he followed her through
rows of pieces of furniture, Renzo released a huge sigh of relief. She showed
him several pieces, all of which were beautiful, but he hadn’t a clue on what
he wanted to pick. “Your mother told me that you weren’t accustomed to shopping
for things,” said Jaslyn.
    “Yeah, my ex took most
of the stuff in the divorce. I ended up getting a designer friend to redo everything
in my place. But I would like to get a vase or another lamp for my office.”
    “Now a desk lamp, I
have some of those around here. Well, I do have one around here somewhere. I
had three of them, actually, if I remember. Oh here they are…over on this desk
here. I also have one on that table right there and another on that mahogany
desk.” She pointed over toward them as he saw the three in question.
    They were all beautiful
pieces in their own right, yet he still had a hard time figuring out which one he
wanted to get. “Pick one.”
    “What?”
    “Pick one out. I told
you I wasn’t good at picking out furniture and stuff. Now anything dealing with
food I’m all good. But interior stuff like this, I’m totally clueless.”
    She laughed. “It’s
unusual I get to pick out a piece. I mean sure I give people my input on
certain items we have here, but most of the time my customers know what they
want.”
    If she only knew what I
really wanted, Renzo thought as she picked up a desk lamp with a beautiful blue
lampshade. “I like this one because it’s stained glass. This is an antique
banker’s desk lamp. I like the pretty flowers and