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“I didn’t bring extra clothes,” she protested, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“And?” Rafe asked, raising an eyebrow mischievously.

“Rafe Marshall, I cannot be naked,” she said, feigning indignation.

Rafe laughed. “I don’t see why not. We could go swimming too,” he suggested, his eyes dancing with mischief.

“Maybe, but I can’t wear this dress tomorrow,” she mused,glancing down at the fabric.

“Alright, we’ll stop back here, after dinner, so you can pack a bag. How’s that sound?” he suggested.

“Perfect,” she replied with a smile.

As he maneuvered the truck into the restaurant’s parking lot, he looked for a place to park. He found a spot near the entrance, parked, and swiftly hopped out, making his way around to her side. He opened the door, extending a hand to help her down. Together, they walked toward the restaurant, the warm glow of its lights spilling out onto the pavement.

She loved his impeccable manners. As they entered, a wave of savory aromas embraced them, and they approached the polished wooden podium where a hostess stood.

“Hello. Welcome to The Hartland Restaurant. Do you have a reservation?” the hostess inquired, her voice warm and welcoming.

“Yes, ma’am. For Marshall,” he confirmed.

While the hostess checked the computer, a familiar voice called out Rafe’s name. Turning, they saw Nate and Markie approaching with smiles.

“Hey, Nate. Markie,” Rafe greeted, shaking Nate’s hand firmly. Markie hugged him warmly, then beamed at Maggie.

“How about we get a table together?” Nate suggested.

Maggie glanced at Rafe, seeking his approval. He nodded, and she agreed, “I’d like that.”

“Are you sure?” he asked gently.

“Yes,” she affirmed, her smile reassuring.

Rafe returned her smile, then addressed the hostess. “Could we do that?”

“Of course. Let me see what’s available,” the hostess replied, her fingers dancing over the keys.

As they chatted, Rafe noticed Jack Lawrence and Randi Guthrie entering the restaurant. The air seemed to buzz with theenergy of familiar faces.

“Popular place,” Jack remarked with a grin as he scanned the room.

“We’re getting a table together. Care to join us?” Nate invited, turning to Jack and Randi.

“Randi?” Jack looked at his fiancée for her decision.

“I’d love it,” Randi responded, smiling warmly at Markie and Maggie.

The hostess, now grinning, assured them, “Let me look again. I’m sure we can put some tables together. I’ll just be a minute if you’d all like to take a seat.” She gestured toward the plush sofas in the waiting area.

They settled into the comfortable seating, the anticipation of the evening humming in the air. After a few moments, the hostess returned, guiding them to a cluster of tables she had arranged, each topped with neatly folded menus.

Once seated, she took their drink orders and walked toward the bar. In a short while, she returned with their beverages, promising that their server would soon be with them.

As they placed their orders, conversation and laughter rippled across the tables, buoyant and lively. Maggie and Randi, close friends, chatted animatedly, while Maggie found herself enjoying Markie’s company, despite not knowing her well. Markie’s playful ribbing of Nate had Maggie laughing to the point of tears.

“You’re in for it when we get home,” Nate teased, a mock warning in his voice.

“Promises, promises,” Markie retorted with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She lifted her glass, sipped her wine, and winked at Nate, her smile playful and infectious.

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