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Then he could put this behind him and carry on with his life.

And marry Amelia.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Amelia ran her handdown the side of her black cocktail dress as Jack guided her through Salut, one of Philadelphia’s finest restaurants.

Yes, she had been here before.

No, she had never dined here while the entire restaurant was empty.

Empty wasn’t the right word. It was filled with thousands of candles while soft French music played as the lights of Philadelphia shone brightly below them.

“Madam,” the server said, pulling out her chair.

Amelia and Jack sat simultaneously smiling at one another as their napkins were placed on their laps.

“The wine list,” the man spoke with a French accent and held the list out perfectly center so as not to show favor to either one of them.

“Thank you,” Amelia said, taking it and shooting Jack a grin.

“At least I know I’m in expert hands,” Jack said, sipping his water.

Warm rolls with lashings of butter arrived as she ordered a bottle of Armand de Brignac Ace of Spade's Gold Champagne NV.

“Perfect. And can I recommend the scallops to start?” the server asked, and Jack nodded in agreement as her eyes lit up.

She loved scallops.

The server smiled and then disappeared.

“Are you sure they will be discreet?” Amelia asked, playing with her diamond necklace.

“Trust me, I made it worth it,” Jack said. “No cameras are getting in here; we’ll just have to go out the back again when we leave.”

Thank goodness.

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