lifted her shoulder. “So? Those mints are good. We have exclusive rights to them. Have you had one?”
He and Nola had spent their wedding night in McFarlane House Boston, and she’d bought a box of the expensive things in the gift shop to bring back to Thunder Canyon. It hadn’t satisfied her yen for luxury for very long, though. “A long time ago.”
They could have chosen any one of the mile-long hotels looming around them to stay at. But he spotted a small diner tucked between two fenced-off construction zones and headed toward it instead, pulling her along with him.
The inside was crowded, the hum of voices and Christmas music just shy of a din. Yet there were two stools available at the counter and he made his way toward them. He dropped their suitcases on the floor between them and handed her one of the laminated menus that were tucked between a jar of mustard and a bottle of ketchup.
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