Chapter 17
Tarot
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THE RIDE TO the restaurant went by too quickly. Not only was it a nice night for a ride, I loved the feel of her arms around my waist.
When we arrived at Melano’s, the Italian restaurant in downtown Stillwater, I parked the bike and shut off the engine.
“So, what did you think?” I asked, noticing the way her face glowed as she removed the helmet.
“I loved it,” Peyton replied, running a hand through her hair. “It was just... amazing.”
“I’m glad you liked it. We’ll have to take a longer way back to your place when we’re finished eating. So, have you ever eaten here?”
She looked at the building, which was built into a sandstone cave at the bottom of a huge cliff. “No, actually I haven’t. I heard it’s basically a landmark here, though.”
“That’s what they say
