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“Let me guess… a steak.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
They rode the rest of the way in silence, until Declan drove into the parking lot.
“It’s packed,” Elise said.
“It’s always packed. That’s why you have to have a reservation.”
“I’m glad you got one.”
“Me too. Grant has a goldmine here.” He shut the truck off, stepped out, then walked around the front to her door, opened it, and put his hand out to her to help her step down. “Can you walk in those shoes?”
“I’m a former ballerina; I can walk in just about any shoes.”
“I suppose you can. Let’s get in there.”
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Declan held her hand as they walked across the parking lot to the doors, which he opened for her, then followed her inside.
“Hello, welcome to The Hartland. Do you have a reservation?” the hostess at the podium asked.
“Yes, ma’am, for Cavanaugh.”
“Alright. Please follow me.” The young woman picked up two menus and nodded for them to follow her. “Booth or table?”
“Booth, please,” Declan said.
At a booth, she stopped, placed the menus on the table and smiled.
“What can I get you to drink?”
“Elise?” Declan asked as he helped her out of her coat.
“White wine, please.” Elise slid into the booth.
“And you, sir?”
“Callahan Whiskey, on the rocks, please.”
“I’ll be right back with those, and your server will be here soon to take your orders.”
“Thank you.” Declan nodded, then slid in across from Elise.
Once their drinks arrived, Declan glanced around. “This place is always packed.”
“No wonder. The food I had was so good.” She picked up themenu. “I want to try something different this time.”
“I’m going with the T-bone. I’m hungry.”
“Me too. I think I’ll try the shrimp scampi.”
“It’s great.”
“So, you did have to call the owner?”
Declan grinned. “I did. Of course, Grant got on me that I only call when I need a reservation.”
