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end table to your right,” she pointed in the direction of the items.
    Sinclair walked into her bedroom and closed the white French doors behind her.  Within minutes a loud thump came from the bedroom and a louder scream.  Kingston was getting up off the sofa when Sinclair appeared from her bedroom.
    “You’re bleeding.” Kingston said in shock as he came rushing to Sinclair’s side.
    “Stop! ”  She threw her hands up before Kingston could come any further.  “I’m okay and I am not bleeding.  This is paint.”  She explained as red paint was plastered to her dirt covered legs.
    “Wow, paint?”  Is all the Kingston could say.
    “Painting is a hobby of mine .  I have a huge bedroom so half is my studio.  I was painting before I started gardening and I must have forgotten to put the paint away.  That is until I tripped over it,” Sinclair explained while feeling like a complete idiot.
    “Are you sure yo u are all right?”  Kingston asked in a concerned voice.  “That sounded like it hurt.”
    ”Look Kingston, I am covered in dirt and paint.  Why don’t we just call it a night and reschedule our date for another time?”  Sinclair said in an exasperated voice because total embarrassment took over the pain she was feeling.”
    “You got away from me the first time without me asking you out.  Now I’ m not letting you get away again.  Now go do what you need to do & I will be waiting right here for you.”  Kingston said as he took his seat back on the couch and crossed his leg and grabbed a magazine off the coffee table.
    “ It’s going to take me at least an hour to get ready and we are going to miss our reservation.”  Sinclair was just ready to call it quits and be done with the whole date thing already.
    “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you go get yourself cleaned up and I will handle dinner.  I mean we both have to eat right?” Kingston asked her.
    “I am hungry but..,” she lingered.
    “But nothing, Mr. Parker told me you have been working for hours in that garden.  So let me handle this now. All I ask for is free run of your kitchen.”  Kingston said in a convincing voice.
    “Okay deal, b ut I promise I won’t be long,” she said as she led the way to her kitchen with Kingston following her.
    “I have a confession before you begin to do whatever you intend to do in my kitchen,” Sinclair announced as she turned to face Kingston.
    “Confessions on the first date, this should be interesting.”  Kingston joked as he cros sed his arms.  “What is your confession my child?”
    Sinclair smiled at him before beginning and bracing herself for his response.  “I can’t cook so you might not find a lot.”  Sinclair rambled so fast that she thought Kingston didn’t hear her.
    “I have a confession as well.”  Kingston added as Sinclair looked at him very inquisitively.  “I don’t care as long as one of us can cook we will never starve.  Now go get yourself ready and I will handle dinner.”
    Sinclair could not even argue with him if she wanted to because she really needed a shower.
    “I won’t be long I promise,” she said as she left Kingston in her kitchen.
    Kingston had opened the refrigerator to fi nd very little of anything to cook. He thought he could maybe defrost something from the freezer but all he found were frozen meals.  In her entire refrigerator there was nothing to use for dinner, only food that needed reheating.  Checking the cabinets he found even less food.  He found very few pots and pans and where he thought there would be food he found a fire extinguisher.  Kingston was shocked.  He had never met a woman in his life that could not cook and yet here he was in this woman’s kitchen and there was nothing to cook.  Cooking dinner was out of the question, so he had to come up with another plan.
    Not long after Kingston and Sinclair had been seated at their table in a nice restaurant in downtown Washington DC.  Sinclair wore a