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minutes. As he drove, he asked her what her favorite movies were and he didn’t seem surprised when she named a few chick flick romances that were dear to her heart and a couple of comedies that she thought were fun to watch.
    He, on the other hand, loved adventure movies. “We don’t get to town much to take in a movie at the theater,” he said, “so we usually catch them on satellite or DVD.”
    “I suppose that is a little more convenient considering how far out of town you are,” she said. “I haven’t been to the theater much myself these days even though I live in Tucson. I’ve been watching them at home, too.”
    He looked over at her. “What’s keeping you inside?”
    She shrugged. “Just a lot going on.”
    He nodded, but didn’t ask her anything more about it. She had the feeling he knew there was something she wasn’t telling him, but wasn’t pressing her.
    The restaurant was full of western ambiance from the open rafters to the antique western décor that included wagon wheel chandeliers. The hostess seated them and handed them each a menu.
    Sabrina looked around. “This place is great. I love it.”
    “Sad, but ten years ago it burned to the ground and they rebuilt it,” Wyatt said “They did a pretty good job of capturing the original charm it had.”
    “They did,” Sabrina said. “It looks a lot older than just having been rebuilt a relatively short time ago.”
    Live country western music came through a doorway not too far from the front. “There’s a bar through there with a dance floor,” Wyatt said. “Maybe you’d like to dance after dinner?”
    “That sounds like fun,” she said with a smile.
    She realized she wasn’t as nervous with Wyatt as she thought she was going to be. He had an easy way about him that made her feel comfortable. She liked the way he smiled and the teasing light in his eyes.
    The waitress stopped by their table and smiled at Wyatt.
    “Hi, Wendy,” he said to the waitress who was probably in her sixties.
    “So a different girl again.” Wendy had a teasing glint in her eyes. “Third this week?”
    “You know that’s not true, Wendy.” The corner of Wyatt’s mouth turned up in an amused smile. “You’re just jealous. Trying to end something before it starts.”
    Wendy slanted her attention to Sabrina. “You must be special if he’s here with you. I tell him all the time he’s too particular.”
    She turned back to Wyatt. “Looks like you found a pretty one there.”
    Heat rose in Sabrina’s cheeks as Wendy talked.
    “You’re working your tip down to a little loose change there,” Wyatt said, but there was a note of laughter in his voice.
    The waitress grinned and took their drink orders. Sabrina was up for a margarita and Wyatt told her he’d take whatever was on tap.
    When they were alone again, Wyatt asked, “How is your mom?”
    “I talked with her this morning. She has good days and bad days,” Sabrina said and then gave a soft smile. “Today was one of her better ones.”
    The waitress arrived with her gigantic margarita on the rocks and his beer pint. She took their orders—Sabrina had gone for the filet mignon with sweet potato fries and sautéed vegetables. Wyatt picked out the porterhouse with a baked potato and cowboy beans. They both chose bleu cheese dressing for their house salads.
    After Sabrina took a sip of her margarita, she asked Wyatt, “What do your brothers and sister do?”
    “My brothers all ranch now. My twin brother, Wayne, was Special Forces in the Army until he had a knee injury while serving in Afghanistan. But he’s been back a couple of years and took up ranching.”
    Wyatt relaxed in his seat. “When our parents passed on they divided the property into five and left us each a piece. We’ve since done our own land development and purchasing, and Cameron lands have extended even farther out than they had before.” He spoke of it without a hint of arrogance or overt pride in his tone. Just easy