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Randall fiddled with the collar of his shirt and wondered if he’d overdone things. No, it wasn’t as if he’d put on a tie or anything — ties were one part of his former life that he’d been all too happy to leave behind — but Joanna had only seen him in flannel work shirts and his most worn-out pairs of jeans. For their dinner, he’d put on a gray button-up and a newer pair of jeans, thinking he didn’t want to look as if he’d showed up to help her clean out the tool shed or something, but now he found himself worrying that he might come off as trying too hard.
Because this wasn’t a date or anything. It was just Joanna feeding him dinner because he wouldn’t take her money.
In the moment when she’d extended the check to him, he’d experienced a flash of resentment before he realized she was
