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She relaxed, her face even lighting up when she answered, “Hockey, of course. I’m from Maine, so that should be a given.”

“Good answer.”

She took a drink of her beer. “My turn to ask something.” Her eyes narrowed, and I watched her think of a question. “Is chocolate your favorite kind of cake?”

I took one of the peanuts, cracked it open, and emptied it into my mouth. “No, strawberry is.”

“Really? I didn’t know anyone even liked that flavor.”

“I do.” I ate another nut and washed it down with the spring ale. “So, that means, if you spend more time with me, you’re going to have to accept having strawberry in your life.”

She laughed, and it was so beautiful—the sound, her expression, the redness that darkened her cheeks.

“What would be your second choice?” she asked.

“Lemon.”

“Oh God, that’s the one I regret every time I buy it.” She was giggling harder. “I don’t know if I can finish this date now.”

Her body was loosening even more.

Every noise she made sounded lighter.

This was a side I
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