Her Thursday night had been commandeered for this—the John Hancock Building. Again. She’d lived in Chi-town for nearly fifteen years. Visits to the Hancock had become as routine as putting on socks.“Close your eyes.” Kenshin guided her into the elevator. “You expect me to trust you after nearly three weeks of not seeing you?” She cocked her head to side. “Really?”The white, stemmed roses in his hands sent her heart hammering. As usual, his long ebony hair had been combed straight down to his shoulders. She smirked at the cobalt silk scarf he removed from his pants’ pocket.“We talked on the phone nearly every day during the last two weeks.”“And?” She crossed her arms.“And, you agreed to come out with me tonight on a makeup date.” Kenshin winked at her and held the roses out to her. “You accepted.”“But if I refuse?” She quirked an eyebrow, but took the flowers from him. What was he up to with the scarf? A little S&M in the elevator maybe? She turned away from the closing elevator doors, facing several other people in the car.
