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Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Per Kylan's guidance, Katrina changed into an off-shoulder, knee-length, black gown. She put on a pair of sheer nylon stockings and her best red flars. She paired the look with a black shawl and then reapplied her makeup and styled her hair in a half updo. Kylan waited for her in the car this time, and she was thankful to have a moment to herself. She had no idea where they were going for her date, but based on her clothing, she could assume it was somewhere nice.

She reached the lobby of her building and was surprised to see Rylan standing near the fireplace. He turned at her approach, and she watched as he took her appearanor

"You look nice. Kate," he echoed his sentiment from one of her earlier dates, and she smiled,

"Thank you, Shall we go?" she asked him as she readjusted her shawl across her shoulders

"h's still raining ourside. Stay close to me." Kylan reached for her hand, and she held onto his in return.

He was right. It was sti raining steadily outside. She kept close to him as he instructed, and he guided her to the car. She bid Oscar a hello and be promptly took off in the direction of wherever it was they were going. "Are you hungry now, or would you prefer to eat later Kylan asked her from the seat next to h

her.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Whichever you prefer, Kylan, she responded with another smile.

Kylan nodded his head and looked out the window, one hand propped under his chin. "To the exhibit, Oscar" he instructed her driver.

"Exhibit" she asked Kylan curiously.

He didn't answer her, instead, he stared out the window of the car for the entirety of the drive.

Twenty minutes later, Oscar palled over and let her and Kylan out of the car. She stared up at the two-story, brick building she was near. It didn't look like anything of significance on the outside, and she wondered what kind of exhibit it could be

Kylan took her hand and began to lead her up the few steps to the front doors of the building. He gestured for her to go inside first, and she listened. He rested a hand on her lower back as she crossed the threshold into the building. She recognized what kind of exhibit it was immediately.

"An art exhibit?" She couldn't keep the excitement from seeping into her voice as she turned to look at Rylan

Rylan's face was neutral, but he wrapped an arm around her waist and guided

ed her further in.

It was a nice exhibit. The interior of the building echoed a modern industrial design, with exposed high beams made from a deep, cherry red. wood. There were several waiters walking around with full glasses of champagne, and she eagerly accepted a glass. Kylan refused, not to her surprise

small light shining on it specifically, effectively

himself would particularly enjoy doing. It also wasn't the most public of places for a

in the background of the exhibit, and it only further

stopped in front of one particular painting, enjoying the rich lines of

choose this place for our date?" she

and she looked at him. "You enjoy art,

at him. "I do, yes," she

here only because Bylan

even see when you look

the side as she observed the painting. "I don't think it's what

of art form, and each piece of artwork,

look at this one?"

her answer for a moment, her head still turned to the side a little bit as she pondered the painting in question. "I feel.. peaceful. The way the artist depicts such a serene and calm snowscape. It makes me wish I was there. It makes

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p of coffee and

exist" the

up

looking at her and not at the painting. "It should be tea," he said, his warm breath blowing against her cheek as

him playfully. "Always with your tea," she replied

me about more of the paintings" Kylan suggested, steering her

like it, nor did he say anything to suggest he would rather be doing something else She finally finished describing the

Kylan. That was truly wonderful she told

-Thank you f

and nodded wordlessly. He lightened his arm around her for

dinner. Again, it didn't quite seem like his style, but she was too happy to indulge in a warm bowl of tomato bisque and a gourmet grilled cheese with pesto mayo. Kylan himself ordered a bowl of Italian wedding soup and a glass

up for me this afternoon. 1..

how much he stuck his neck

have fired the lot of them, were it not for Ryan," Kylan responded,

she reiterated, toying aimlessly with her spoon in the remnants

to Ross Corp.," Kylan said in a rush, clearing his throat and waving the waiter

she was important to him. Which would be preposterous, really.

breathed as Kylan paid for their meal and then helped her stand and

Kylan helped her out of the car, he seemed to hesitate for a