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And the outside table

A moment later, she replied that he should consider it done

“How about both?” he said when he returned to the clerk His cell phone danced around in his pocket, and while he waited for her to gather all the things required, he checked the e

And you’re having chocolate cake for dessert With whipped crea

He grinned Sienna had earned a bonus, and he made a mental note to add one to her next check

After twenty e red stripes They relass-shaped vase was stuffed full with bright colors, including hot pink The clerk had placed the bouquets in boxes so they would survive the journey to his condo, and she helped him carry them to the car

“Good luck tonight I’m sure she’ll love them”

The thought that she ht not unnerved him

Before he drove away, he checked the time He still had forty minutes He’d wanted to pick Hope up fro with a potential new client and promised to arrive no later than seven

It had taken her hours to agree to have dinner with hiiven her references to woested she discuss her concerns with Celeste He knew she’d done so, because Celeste had mentioned it in a phone call

Rafe hadn’t contacted Hope until thisas he was able He’d been awake for over two hours before he’d given in and sent a text, inviting her to a casual dinner at his ho casual about the nerves he faced during the interminable hours while he’d waited for her answer

Now, in his condo, he placed the bright flower arrangement on the indoor table and the tulips outside He stepped back Against the iron table, they didn’t stand out, so he switched the vases Then he shrugged Who the hell kneas this complicated?

By the tine on ice, the steaks out of the refrigerator, and the flohere they belonged

As always, the sight of her walloped his solar plexus Her hair floated around her shoulders, which would save hi out another clip She wore a purple sheath dress that ended h, and she had on creaht she’d selected a strand of pearls that fit like a choker Had that been deliberate? “You’re stunning as always, Hope” Betraying nerves, her knuckles hite where she clutched the handles of her kitty purse “Cone?” he offered after he’d closed the door and she’d placed her bag on the bench

“Really?”