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sticky table and pried it open. Inside was a single web address with a password scrawled beneath. I read it three times but Anette was already typing it into her phone.
    “Here! Put in the password,” she said as she thrust the phone under my nose.
    “Hopeful,” I whispered as I carefully typed it in.
    The site churned for a second before popping up. At the top of the page was the title in big, bold letters. Romancing the Serial Dater. My eyes flew down the page, skipping words and whole sentences to get a feel for what this was.
    “What does it say?” Anette groaned.
    I realized my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. I slowed down and scrolled back to the start, reading it all word by word.
     
    Talia. I’m not sure how good of a writer I am without your guidance, but I’d like to think you’ve taught me something over the last couple months. In fact, I know you have.
    That hike we took meant more to me than I think you realize. Hell, it means more to me than I think I even realize. That place was once sacred but became scarred. It held wonderful happy memories I thought had been ruined forever. What I didn’t tell you that afternoon is I hadn’t been back to that spot in years. Even now, I’m not sure what possessed me to take you, but I’m so glad I did.
    You helped erase the bad memories and replaced them with so many great ones. You really should’ve seen your face when I told you about the mountain lions!
    After reading through your blog, I want to do the same thing for you. There are obviously some places around this city that now hold sour memories thanks to a few rotten men. The bar where we met tonight is one of them. I want to explain my plan, so…
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    The text trailed off like that for countless lines. With my eyes swimming, I scrolled down until I reached the next line.
    Actually, rather than write this all out, why don’t you just come outside and let me do it in person. Since I know you didn’t wait until you got home to look at this. See you soon.
    I laughed loudly and showed Anette the last couple lines. “He’s outside?” I asked in wonder.
    She slammed her hands down on the table as she shot to her feet, trying to jump high enough to see over the heads of the crowd. “I see a horse! Holy shit, it’s a horse!”
    With a shaking hand, I gave her back her phone. “I guess this is happening,” I said, the tremble touching my voice as well. She nodded vigorously and gave me a huge hug.
    I took a deep breath before I pushed the front door open, fixed my expression, and stepped into the night air. I looked up and down the sidewalk, and then feigned surprise when I saw him standing directly in front of the bar.
    “Clint?” I gasped. “I thought you’d left!”
    His clever smirk turned into a full blown white smile. “Did you now?” My heels clicked along the pavement as I approached. The passing pedestrians gave us little glances, but most pretended this was an everyday event.
    “Need a lift?” he asked, gesturing to the horse-drawn carriage waiting behind. The pure white horse had a bright blue plume of feathers attached to his head, the color matching the top hat of the driver.
    I stepped a little closer, taking Clint’s offered hand. “I could just call an Uber,” I replied.
    He dipped his head lower, a little conspiratorially. “Where’s the adventure in that?”
    We climbed into the back and settled in the seat together. Clint signaled to the driver and we were off, a clatter of hooves on the pavement announcing us to the world. Anette hung out the door of the bar waving like a lunatic.
    I was painfully awkward for a few moments. Clint was observant enough to give me a little time to absorb everything that was happening. Twenty minutes ago I’d been operating under the illusion that he hated me, but now…
    He leaned over and bumped my shoulder with his. “I thought I’d start at the beginning,” he said quietly.
    I looked around and realized we were rolling into