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remember,
Lee never once allowed her to pay for any of her supplies or
anything else in the store for that matter. Though it was a
grandiose gesture and much appreciated, Bianca didn't want to go
overboard with his kindness.
    "This time I'm paying," she said. "I
insist."
    As if she hadn't said a word, Lee
placed her supplies into a bag without charging her for
them.
    "I'm serious, Lee." Bianca placed two
$20 bills on the counter.
    "So am I."
    Without taking his eyes off Bianca, he
placed the $20 bills inside the bag with her supplies. "Now, is
there anything else I can get for you?"
    "How does your business partner feel
about you giving away the merchandise?"
    "He's all for it."
    She couldn't help but laugh. "Thank
you, Lee."
    "You're welcome."
    As much as she valued Lee's friendship,
she began to wonder if maybe continuing on like this with him was
setting herself up for more than she might be ready for. He was
obviously into her, but he was also her late sister's fiancé, and
for that reason alone, he would always be off limits.
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    LEE AND BIANCA ALWAYS SAT together in
their Tuesday evening watercolor class. Not just because they were
friends, but also because Lee seemed to have a much better grasp of
the concepts than the instructor. The class was composed of eleven
students and one instructor, but Lee and Bianca hardly ever
socialized with anyone else, including the instructor. They
instructed each other. It was like their own private class that
they allowed others to attend.
    It was nine o'clock when the class came
to an end. Bianca and Lee washed their paintbrushes, stripped off
their smocks and gathered their things to leave.
    "You want to go grab some coffee?" Lee
asked.
    "I didn't sleep well last night. I was
just going to go right home."
    "Okay, we can talk on the way
out."
    Though Bianca loved and admired Lee,
she mostly admired his acceptance of her decision not to pursue an
intimate relationship. He never tried to make her do anything she
didn't want to, an attribute she valued in any person.
    Bianca and Lee traveled down Ontario
Street towards the parking lot where Lee left his silver SUV. It
was hard to believe that it was a weeknight the way so many people
jammed the streets as if it were Super Bowl Sunday. Many of them
still wore business attire while others wore jeans and after-five
wear.
    Lee lived in the Gold Coast area
whereas Bianca resided on the north side, and they always rode
together in Lee's car, their Tuesday night ritual. When they passed
the famous Rock-in-Roll McDonald's, Bianca reached for her gloves
in her pocket as the temperature had dropped. The wind was blowing
straight through her. For moments on end, Lee's eyes casually
vacillated to and from her. He obviously had something that he
wanted to say. Although Lee never appeared to be the timid type,
somehow this evening was different.
    After Lee shifted his attention towards
her and away from her for the fifth time, Bianca stopped in her
tracks. "Lee, is there something you want to say to me?"
    Lee opened his mouth, then turned away.
His actions worried her and at the same time the voracious
curiosity ached at the center of her stomach. "What is it, honey?"
she asked him.
    Out of nowhere, with no warning and
with a straight face, he asked. "How about we get married
tomorrow?"
    Bianca smiled, then decided to play his
little game. "Why not tonight? We can fly out to Vegas and have it
done by morning."
    "Are you serious?" he asked, his eyes
wide and alert.
    "No, Lee. I'm not ready to get
married."
    "Who is ever ready?"
    She couldn't believe it. He was
actually serious. "Lee, we can't get married. We've never even
kissed."
    "What are you talking about?" he
questioned. "You kissed me the other day."
    "I'm talking about a real kiss,
Lee."
    Lee seemed to give her words some
thought. "Well, that can be easily rectified." Lee stepped to
Bianca, raised the hood of his Kangol cap and slowly inched his
face to hers. All the while