Xavier's gaze locked onto Cathleen, a challenge smoldering in his ice-blue eyes. "Cat, I'd like to take you out on a date," he declared, his voice a firm command that dared her to object.

 

She tilted her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. "But then, Mr. Knight, isn't it a little late since we have a little handbag to take care of?" Her tone was laced with amusement, yet she could feel the underlying seriousness of his request.

 

"Leave Bella home with the workers, or bring her along. What do you think?" His suggestion hung between them, weighted with unspoken promises.

 

Cathleen's response came through a smile and...