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"That’s the first thing on ers, and squeeze reassuringly Three squeezes, to be exact

I love you

Our first stop is the original Starbucks where we load up on probably way too h the market It’s a little early yet, but vendors are already setting up their tables full of seafood, flowers, jewelry, just about anything you can think of Callie is happy to slowly browse, stopping to taste some local honey, or accept a slice of apple

A pair of earrings catch her eye "We’ll take them," I tell the man behind the table, who smiles and reaches for a box

"Oh, you don’t have to do that" Callie shakes her head and the man pauses with the box in his hand

"Do you like them?"

"Of course, they’re beautiful"

"Perfect" I nod to the s I pay hi with a thank you, and fifteen minutes later, when she still hasn’t said a word, I decide to break the silence "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing’s wrong Thank you for the earrings"

"You’re welcoars with cut-up bread, and then finally stand and watch the guys who throw the fish put on a shorap my arm around her shoulders, but she doesn’t lean into me the way she usually does "Spill it, sweetheart," I e kind of person," she says, her eyes pinned to the fish flying through the air "And that’s so deal You like the earrings, so I bought theht me to Seattle," she says with a nod "You just--"

"I’m sorry if I crossed a line," I say and drop ? I don’t see it that way I love her, so I do nice things for her It’s really that simple

"I’ve never been taken care of," she says softly and finally turns to look up at htly "This is just new foryour sails," I finish for her, thinking of my father

"What?"

"My dad used to say we can’t control the wind, but we can adjust our sails" I lead her around the corner and sigh in bliss when I s your sails a bit, and that’s okay"

"That’s actually a really good way to put it," she agrees with a nod "But nothing is wrong You haven’t done anything wrong"

"Okay Just tell me if I do, because I probably will, and I won’t even know that I’ so "This is the only reason I co" She frowns as she watches the little pastries float in the cooking oil, then flop into the three-tiered cooking rack "They’re just donuts"

"You wound me," I reply, my hand over my heart "These are not just donuts These are Pike’s Place Market donuts, and believe me when I say after you’ve eaten these, you’ll never be the sae brown paper bags full, take one out, still piping hot from the fryer, and pop it in ar one, takes a bite, and stops in her tracks "Oh ood"

"You’re welcos in, bites into another and sighs, ood sex