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“I’m sorry. I’m talking about work too much, aren’t I?” she asks.

“I’m the one who asked. I mean, I want to get to know you, and your job is a big part of that, but tell me who you are outside of work. That’s what I really want to hear,” I prompt.

She blows out a breath. “There’s not a lot to tell. I have a great little apartment off the Strip. I go to the gym twice a week. I keep saying that I’m going to start going every other day, but I’m just lying to myself.”

“Ah, see, I knew if I prodded long enough, I’d find something we had in common. I, too, am a gym poser.”

That wins me a smile.

Our entrées arrive, and our dinner conversation turns to places we’ve traveled and places we’d like to travel to someday.

I find out she’s a dog lover, but because of the restrictions at her apartment building, she can’t get a puppy. Which is probably a good thing with the hours she works.

By the time the dessert menu hits the table, I feel like I’ve gained some insight into her.

She thinks she’s not a fan of love, yet everything about her screams romance.

She picks up the menu.

“Do you want to split something?” she asks.

“I have a better idea,” I say and gesture for the check.

Bran

“Prepare yourself. You’re about to have one of Lake Mistletoe’s most legendary treats,” I tell her as I pull the tin from the pantry.

“Popcorn? That’s the legendary treat you lured me to your house for?” she asks.

“Not just any popcorn. It’s Mrs. Sugarplum’s Gourmet Popcorn,” I tell her.

I reach over her head and grab two bowls. Then, I pop the top of the tin to reveal the contents.

White cheddar cheese, dill pickle, maple caramel, and white and dark chocolate swirl drizzle.

I start adding a scoop of each to the bowls.

“You aren’t mixing those, are you?” she asks.

“Yeah, duh,” I reply.

She snatches one of the bowls and holds it behind her back. “I’ll keep mine separate, thank you. I’m not a savage.”

I lean into her and mutter, “Nope, you’re just … blah.”

She gasps. “Take that back. I’m not blah.”

I reach around her and wrench the bowl from her grip. Then, I slide the other bowl of mixed flavors in front of her and dust the top with red and green sprinkles for good measure.

“Prove it,” I challenge.

“Okay, so tell me, what is the most ridiculous wedding you’ve ever thrown?” I ask.

“I thought I was talking too much about work.”

“Come on. I want to know.”

“Hmm, let’s see. I planned a lavish, insanely expensive wedding for a billionaire’s dog once,” she says before tossing a piece of popcorn in her mouth.


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