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“My, my, it is a s her away as she picked up her drink and took a sip Blushing would give hi idea entirely

“Isn’t it just?”

There was a long pause as he waited, standing by her table, and she finally sighed with irritation “Is there so I can do for you, Mr Arseneault?”

“Aren’t you going to ask me to sit down?”

She sed, buther best impression of disdain “I wasn’t, no”

“Tsk-tsk, Miss Foster” He began to s a ridiculous dimple She would not be charmed She would not His dark eyes sparkled at her “How very rude”

The blush she hoped wouldn’t appear heated her cheeks and she looked away, te to anyway, and looking up at you is putting a crick in my neck”

He pulled out the chair and sat, putting his elbows on the table and leaning forward until she could smell his clean, spicy scent “Where are those Canadianso much about, eh?”

He was baiting her and she was terribly close to giving in All she wanted was to have a decent meal in peace Instead she was face-to-face with Mr Sexy Luain

“I’m half Ahed

“Well played, Miss Foster”

She lass was only half eh her legs and fingers One drink would definitely be enough

“I was born in Maine, you know In Houlton,” she explained “That’s where ram lived, and where she had my dad”

“So what prompted the move to Nova Scotia?”

“How did you know that’s where I’ sacred around here?