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Captain Jack’s Fine Dining
Friday
7:30 p.m.
Emma started toward him, her black coat billowing around her lithe body, and her blonde hair gleaming under the lights.
Angel. His angel.
The message from his motor cortex to move finally reached his legs, propelling him forward to take her hand.
“You’re lovely.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself.”
She grinned and once again he found he was charmed by her flirting. It wasn’t polished but natural.
“This place is,” Emma continued, “amazing.”
“Good food and a romantic atmosphere,” Killian put his arm around her waist and lead her toward the door, “or so I’m told.”
“Oh?” Emma hummed. “Is that your way of saying you didn’t bring one of your floozies here?”
He grinned at her jealousy, “No, Doc. You’re the first.”
“Good to know, becau
