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“Thank you, Marguerite” We hugged briefly

“Your table and your cha”

I peered at Knight He still hadn’t let on to what this was about I didn’t want to argue that we had plenty of good French chane at the Crescent Towers Instead, I followed him to the table Our table The first place we ever sat down together

“There’s no one else here,” I whispered

“No That’s the plan I rented it out for the night”

I glanced at Marguerite She had turned off the light at the piano and locked the door She walked behind the bar and pressed play on a speaker

“What’s going on?” I asked

“Do you reht we met?” he tested

“Yes Very well” I smiled “You scared me to death in the pool house”

He chuckled “Well, yes, that was first But do you re here?”

I nodded “Ever single second of it”

“Then you re?”

I listened closely “I do”

He offered his palht we heard it”

Our bodies aligned and rocked to the soulful ht we met I felt connected to him in a way I’d never been able to explain Maybe it did have so to do with the love lines on our palood dancers