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“Yeah, they serve tapas and wine by the glass, flight, or bottle in the evenings. It gets pretty hectic on the weekends.”
“Sounds nice.”
His mom grinned slyly. “It isthedate night place in town.”
“And on that note, it’s time for me to leave. I’ll go pick up a bottle of wine and see you tomorrow.”
“White wine.”
“Yes, ma’am. White wine,” he answered with a smirk.
“Don’t be a smartass. Bye.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek and stepped back into the house.
Logan headed to his truck. It looked like he had an errand to run before he drove home and unpacked a few more boxes.
