"What things can you see from where you were painting?"
"Well, I was standing here so I could look up and see Bella, keep her in my line of sight." Trish's eyes widened and she suddenly saw clearly what was missing. She spun and planted a quick hard kiss on Dan's upturned lips. "You are a genius! I lo—love the way you see things even though you can't see!"
Dan reciprocated with a quick, tight hug. "I see differently is all." He drew his fingertips down the side of her face.
"Dan, you're…different today." Not that she was complaining. She liked this exciting change. But he'd been so adamant about keeping his distance she now didn’t know what to make of it.
His response was completely unhelpful to sorting things out. "Am I?"
Without leaving the comfort of those strong arms, Trish leaned back to see him better. He knew he was. The knowledge was all over him, in his smile, his touch. "I…thought you wanted to explore friendship."
"Aren't we?" His words held an odd combination of challenge and softness.
No, no, no. This was all wrong. Don't fall in love with me, she pleaded silently, and please don’t make me fall in love with you.
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