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“Great. I’ll take it.” He took the dress from me. “Do you think the other girl working here could ring and wrap it up? I would hate for you to get your blood all over my sister’s dress. I’m not sure I could explain that one.”

“Shit.” I looked at my finger as blood ran down it through the tissue.

Running back to the counter, I grabbed another tissue and wrapped it around my finger as I called for Katie.

“Sorry about that,” she spoke with happiness all over her face. “Oh no, what did you do?”

“Box cutter. I’ll be fine. Can you ring this gentleman up, please?”

“Oh, of course.” Her smile brightened as she took the dress from him.

“Do you always buy your sister dresses?” I asked sarcastically.

“It’s for her birthday if you must know. She pretty much told me that I could buy it for her.” He smiled.

He paid in cash and fixated his eyes on me while Katie folded up the dress, wrapped it in tissue, and placed it in the bag. The way he stared at me made me feel a little uncomfortable, not in a scary way, but in a sexual way. When you looked at him, he was the type of man you just knew was more than a god in the bedroom. The way he carried himself with such composure and confidence spoke volumes. His tousled brown hair, masculine jawline, perfectly chiseled cheekbones, and the five o’clock shadow gracing his face were intoxicating. Snapping back into reality as Katie handed him the bag, I told him to have a nice day.

“You better go have that finger looked at. You need stitches.” A cunning smirk crossed his face as he walked his six-foot-two-perfect body out of my shop.

“Umm. Can I die now?” Katie looked at me with seriousness.

“He was pretty cute.” I replaced the Kleenex on my finger with a new one.

“Pretty cute? Are you serious, Emily? He was drop-dead gorgeous!”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” I smiled as I threw my purse over my shoulder and began to walk away.

“Yes, and where are you going?”

“To get some stitches. Hold down the fort while I’m gone.”

“Good luck!”

Chapter Four

Emily

After getting three stitches put in my finger, I headed back to the shop, and when I walked in, Evelyn came running over to me.

“Finger first. How are you?” she asked.

“Fine. Three stitches. Not too bad.”

“Good. Now, me and you are going out tonight.”

“We are? Where are we going?” I asked as I set my purse down.

“We’re going speed dating!” She grinned.

“Why?” I twisted my face.

“Why not? I’m single, you’re single, it’s on my bucket list, and I’ve always wanted to try it. It’ll be fun! Two hours, five to six minutes with each guy, a check by yes or no, and we’re out of there.”

“Fine. But just so you know, I’m checking no for each guy.”

“Ugh. Whatever. Do what you want, but we’ll have a great time. Anyway, I brought my sketchbook with my new designs. Tell me what you think. By the way, Katie told me that somedrop-dead gorgeous man bought one of my dresses this morning for his sister.”

“And he was totally checking her out,” Katie shouted from the pants rack.

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