Dare smiled approvingly when she opened the door. “Don’t you look nice,” he observed smoothly. “Thank you. You, too.” He did look very handsome in dark slacks and a shirt that featured varying shades of blue that brought out the crisp, cool blue of his eyes. Belle closed and locked the door behind her and followed him to his economy car. She was somewhat surprised by his car, having half-expected him to drive up in a low slung sports car. He opened the passenger door and she slipped in. Her eyes lighted on a piece of pottery stowed between the seats. As Dare slid into the car, he noticed her looking at the clay pot. “Rosaria made that for me,” he said as he belted up and started the ignition. “Rosaria Rodriquez? May I?” He nodded and she reached for the pot. “She tells me it’s a replica of a piece found at an archaeological dig in Guatemala. Notice the interesting pattern around the lip,” he pointed out, glancing at her briefly before pulling into traffic.
