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“Yeah, that’s it.”

“So… anklesocks.”

“Okay, smartass.”

Markie laughed as she opened the lid on a can of cat food, then dumped some in the bowl.

After washing her hands, she sat down at the small table, and Nate set a plate down in front of her.

“Eat up.” Then he picked his plate up and sat down.

Markie picked up the fork, cut into the omelet, and put it in her mouth.

“Oh, my God! This is fantastic. You’ll make someone a good wife one day.”

He pointed his fork at her. “You, Marjorie Ann Russell, are indeed, a smartass.”

“What’s your middle name?”

“Nope.”

“Nathanial Nope Jefferson. That’s a weird name.”

Nate lifted his cup of coffee and shook his head.

“I’m not saying because I know you’d use it when you get angry with me.”

“You think I’ll get angry with you?”

“You’re a woman. Women always get angry with a man.”

“Well, yeah. You got me on that one.” She smiled, but as he kept staring at her, all she could think of was how hot the sex was, and when a smirk lifted his lips, she knew he was too. “Stop.”

“I wasn’t doing anything.” When she snorted, he chuckled.

“After I clean up the kitchen, we can go.”

“I’ll help. I want to get out of these clothes anyway.”

“I forgot to mention how handsome you looked last night.”

“It’s just jeans, a shirt, and boots.”

“A dress shirt with dark jeans. You looked very handsome.”

“Thank you, ma’am and you looked stunning. Now, let’s eat so we can go.”

“Do you have any pets?”

“Just my horse. I’d love to have a dog, but I’m not home enough.”

“I understand that. Socks will be okay alone, but dogs do get anxious when their owners leave.”

“Yeah, when a friend of mine got a dog a few years ago, he left him home, out of his crate one day, and when he got home, his sofa was destroyed.” Nate chuckled.

“I’ve heard plenty of horror stories like that. I hope he still has the dog.”

“He does. He loves that dog. Most days he even takes him to the barn when he goes to work.”

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