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    “No biggie! They say the river view’s amazing!” Margie added.


    As soon as the address came through, Yvonne ryed it to Norton. He seemed eager and picked up speed on the drive. It wasn’t long before they pulled into the lot. The restaurant looked ssic, with an old-world charm. Yvonne stepped through the door first.


    Only then did it hit her—this wasn’t just a nice restaurant. It was a romantic spot, clearly meant for couples.


    The lighting was dim and golden. Candles danced gently on every table. In that warm glow, Norton walked over, reached for her hand, and led her to a table by the window.


    Yvonne’s nerves kicked in. She tried to pull her hand back. “I didn’t realize this was—that kind of ce.”


    Norton pulled out a chair and motioned for her to sit.


    Quickly, she exined, “It was a coworker’s suggestion. I really had no idea what kind of restaurant it was.”


    He gave a soft nod. “It fits the mood, don’t you think?” He took the seat across from her, eyes on her flushed face. “Besides, we’re still married. So dining here isn’t that strange.”


    Her thoughts tangled up fast. Why was he acting so strange today? Her mind drifted far enough that she didn’t even notice the waiter cing menus in front of them.


    Only when Norton called her name twice did she blink back to attention. “What do you feel like eating?” he asked, watching her stare through the window. Just beyond it, the river moved at an easy pace. He followed her gaze, spotting a small boat drifting slowly across the water. He made a quiet mental note and passed her the menu. “Pick whatever sounds good.”


    She barely nced at it, choosing a few dishes at random.


    “Yesterday’s interview went great, thanks to you,” she said while pouring wine into his ss.


    She lifted her own ss. “Cheers.”


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    Then she tilted it back and drank it all at once.


    Norton watched her, amused. “You’re wee. But really, that was all you.”


    She lowered her gaze, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “But how did you know so much about Frank Lee?” she asked, curious. “I couldn’t dig up anything on him.”


    “Lucas—my business partner—is an old friend of his. He’s the one who passed along those files,” Norton replied.


    He didn’t add that he’d sweetened the deal to get Lucas to help.


    Dinner ended, and they stepped out into the night air.


    Yvonne was all smiles, clearly a bit tipsy from the wine. “Ooh, what’s that?” she said, spotting a tiny street stall just ahead. She darted toward it with a bounce in her step.


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