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Reason To Sing

hasn’t stopped my girlfriends and me before). We seem to have
enough to talk about. Ranching, parties, Frankie and music.
Another drink arrives. And then another. It’s rye for him and
these Pina Coladas are going down pretty smoothly. I’m not
even sure there’s any alcohol in them. Doesn’t taste like it. I’m
collecting a lot of cute little umbrellas.
I am really looking forward to the food because, despite
my initial nerves, I am starving. I settle for the fresh bread and
keep sipping. I am beginning to feel much more at ease on my
big date now and I think Dreamy finds me a little entertaining.
I do wonder what’s going through his mind.
We finish dessert. I just love my Crème Brule. It is so fun
when they set it on fire right at your table. The bill is paid.
Then Dreamy helps me with my coat, gentleman that he is. We
step out into the cold night (and I mean cold, like -30 degrees
Celsius cold!). My date guides me across the icy parking lot
and opens the door to his pickup truck. Normally, I wouldn’t
be wearing a dress in this freezing weather, but I really wanted
to wear one tonight. My high-heeled boots are a little tricky on
the ice but Dreamy takes my arm and leads me to his chariot.
I like when he touches me. It feels so protective and loving. He
helps me climb into the cab and then we sit for a while, waiting
for the truck to warm up.
“It’s too early to go home, wouldn’t you agree?” He takes
my hand gently in his.
“Yes, it is kinda. I guess.” The feel of his warm fingers is
heavenly.
“What do you say? You wanna go back to my place for a
bit? The night’s still young, isn’t it?”
He looks so hopeful. Like a little boy, waiting for Christmas.
“Sure,” I reply softly. “That sounds good.”
Right about now, anything sounds good to me. I am feeling

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