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leaves me cold’.”
              Chase lifted a
brow. “Fitzgerald?”
              Rick shrugged.
“There’s nothing to tell. We danced to several songs and she left.” He rubbed
the back of his neck. “But damn, there was something about her. I’ve been to
the bar where we met for the past month in hopes of seeing her again.”
              “Wow. That sounds…”
Chase trailed off.
              “Serious?” Rick
offered.
              Chase smirked.
“I was going to say pathetic.”
              “You’re an
asshole!”
              Chase glanced
around the restaurant and shot Rick a glare. “I’m just fucking with you!”
              The waitress
brought their plates and refilled their mugs. As they ate in silence Rick fumed
and Chase thought.
              Half-way
through his meal Chase pushed his plate away and pulled a sketch pad and pencil
from his briefcase. “Tell me what she looks like,” Chase murmured.
              “Huh?”
              Chase snapped,
“Did I stutter?”
              Rick placed his
fork on the plate. “She has shoulder length silky reddish-brown hair, and her
eyes are almond shaped and brown. She also has high cheekbones and dimples.” He
closed his eyes momentarily and grinned. “And she has full, kissable lips!”
              Chase stifled a
laugh as he drew. After several minutes he said, “What was she wearing?”
              “She wore a
white dress that came down to the tops of her knees. The neck line went down
like this.” With his fingers he indicated the shape.
              “So, a scoop
neck then?” Chase asked.
              “Yeah! That’s
right. Plus it had blue stitches…about one inch long all along the neck.”
              “Holy shit,
bro, you did memorize her!” Chase mumbled.
              An hour later
Chase flipped the pad so Rick could see the woman he described in great detail.
              “Jesus. That’s
her!” Rick mumbled as his fingertips gently slid across the drawing.
              “Ever think
she’s possibly married?”
              “No ring on her
finger.”
              “Maybe she has
a boyfriend,” Chase offered.
              Rick shrugged.
“Doesn’t matter.” He shifted on the vinyl seat. “This is gonna sound stupid and
you’re probably gonna laugh, but man, when I touched her I felt something.”
              “It’s called a
hard-on, dude,” Chase teased.
              Rick scowled.
“It felt like an electric charge.”
              “Well, you have
a drawing of her. Now what are you gonna do?”
              Rick slid
across the seat and pulled his wallet out. He threw money on the table, grabbed
the drawing and replied with bold confidence, “Find her.”
     
    *        *        *
     
              Grace fidgeted
at her desk working on plans for a house in the northern suburbs. The owners,
Kat and Norman Wise, wanted to go shabby chic. It was all the rage now, as Kat
put it. She sketched several designs for the living room.
              She sat back in
her chair and pondered the sketches. In fact, she pondered a lot of things.
Like how, since she cast an abundance spell a few months back, clients seemed
to be crawling out of the woodwork. Shaking her head she reached for the phone
to call Kat when Zee ducked her ebony head into her office. “He’s here and damn ,
he’s fine!”
              Grace glanced
at the clock. Mr. Storm was a half-hour late. She picked up her portfolio and
took a deep breath.
              Blake and Chase
were talking when she entered the meeting room. “Ah, here she is!” Blake
beamed.
              Chase rose and
turned to extend his hand. A gasp caught in his throat. He quickly rebounded
with a hearty handshake. “Miss Ryan, it’s a