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you, rather than just guessing about what you’d want.”
    “Research?” Rose asked. She sounded suspicious now, but RJ wasn’t going to let it go that easily.
    “We both agree that it’s vitally important for a bride’s wedding to reflect her true self, and you don’t think I’ve got it so far?”
    Rose hesitated, then shook her head.
    “So tomorrow,” RJ continued, “why don’t you take me somewhere that will show who you really are? Somewhere that will give me plenty of inspiration for your wedding day.”
    Rose paused. “I don’t know, RJ. I have so much to do now with helping Phoebe, Julie and Tyce.”
    “They’re total pros and you know they can deal with any problems they run into. But I might not be able to produce the perfect wedding setup for you without your help. I mean, look at my first two attempts.”
    “I guess,” Rose said slowly, “that makes sense.”
    Tomorrow morning, he’d let Rose hold the reins, but in the afternoon, RJ vowed that he was going to finally get a chance to show Rose who he thought she was.
    And maybe, just maybe, that version would include her loving him the way he’d always loved her.

Chapter Eight
     
    Rose was in the chalet the next morning looking at a drawing for a new flower arrangement when RJ walked in and she completely lost track of her train of thought.
    “Are you ready to go, Rose?”
    There was part of her that wanted to find an excuse not to do this. It wasn’t like they could afford the time away from the wedding preparations, and the thought of spending the day with RJ was…well, actually, it felt pretty good.
    Which was exactly the problem. Being with RJ shouldn’t be so good all the time.
    Even so, she’d given him her word. And she never went back on her word.
    When they went out to his truck, he asked, “So, where are we headed so I can learn who the real Rose Martin is?”
    She gave him directions and he drove without asking any other questions. Apparently, he was willing to be surprised, and she was happy to sit with him in comfortable silence.
    With Donovan, she’d have found something to talk about, even if it was just some story about the internal politics of the plastic surgery world. Comfortable wasn’t a word she’d ever use to describe Donovan. Dangerous wasn’t either.
    How, she found herself wondering, could RJ be both comforting and dangerous at the same time?
    It was another five minutes before they reached the gallery. RJ found a parking spot out on the street, looking up at the building as he did so. “This is the place that reflects the real you?” he asked with more than a little skepticism.
    “Absolutely,” Rose replied. “Donovan took me here about a month ago. He knows the owner of the gallery. It’s very beautiful. Very refined. I’m sure we’ll be able to find lots of inspiration for the wedding inside.”
    “Okay,” he said in an easy voice, “but I was hoping you’d take me somewhere that’s personal to you.”
    “This is personal to me,” Rose insisted. “Well, for both Donovan and myself. It’s a place that we’ve spent time together.”
    She could remember the first time she’d come to the gallery with Donovan during a private showing. Both the art and the customers had seemed so pristine and perfect, and at first she hadn’t felt like she fit in at all, almost as if everyone was speaking their own private language. Yet Donovan had slowly started to introduce her to people, the gallery’s owner had seemed nice, and Rose had gradually found herself feeling more and more at home.
    If only she could make RJ understand…
    Hold on. Why was it important that he understood? He just needed enough to be able to produce a workable wedding setup, she reminded herself. That was all.
    They went inside, and RJ took a long look around at the pieces on display before turning to her. “So, which piece do you want to show me first?”
    The artwork displayed was of many different styles, from jagged