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You're sitting across from me, hair in a knot on the top of your head, not a stitch of makeup, and wearing a plastic bib, but you've never looked more beautiful to me.
The restaurant's special of the day is all-you-can-eat crab legs, and we're taking advantage, pigging out after an afternoon of reconnecting.
"What's that smile for?" you ask when the server drops another round off.
I take a bite and hold up one finger. "I just keep asking myself what I did to deserve you."
Your cheeks flush, and you look down at your plate, your foot finding mine under the table. "You're an amazing man, Edward Masen. I'm the lucky one, and I'm so incredibly thankful that Kate chose to introduce us."
"Ditto."
You grin and take a swig of your beer. "You know, I keep trying to come up with a way to thank her. I'm thinking maybe baked goods or offering to watch Jasper so she and Garrett can have a date night or something."
I bite my lip. "The day after our first date, she told me when we get married, I owe her this ridiculous BMW she fell in love with." Your eyes widen. "Hey, if you think about it, it's a small price to pay to thank her for setting up our blind date."
"Don't even joke about it," you threaten with narrow eyes.
"I'm just playing, Bella."
Kind of. Sort of. If my best friend is right, and if she insists, I'll buy her the damn car.
We fall into a comfortable silence while we eat, sharing a couple beers and a slice of key lime pie the restaurant is known for before calling it a night.
"Do you want to come back to my place?" you ask as we make our way back up the coast. "Or are you sick of me yet?"
I grab your hand and give it a squeeze. "I will never grow sick of you, baby. I was going to ask if you wanted to stay when you dropped me off, but we can go to your place."
"Hmm. Or I could stop by my house and pack an overnight bag, and we can go swimming."
"Skinny dipping?"
You laugh and shrug. "Sure, why not?"