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her a faint smile. “If I remember correctly, you liked cold pizza for breakfast.”
    She hunched her shoulders. “I don’t think that is on the menu.”
    â€œGuess you’ll have to settle for French toast.”
    â€œMy second favorite thing.” A faint smile brightened her face, revealing the dimples. She put the menu down and leaned toward him. “You remembered.”
    He was starting to think there was very little he had forgotten about her. He’d buried the details about her in some deep place, but her preferences in food, what she’d said and done on each adventure, the way she tilted her head to one side when she was thinking, it was all there. During the school year when he lived with his mom, he had had girlfriends. There had been women after he hadenlisted. But he would be hard-pressed to recall much about them beyond their names.
    The color had returned to her cheeks. Her long brown hair fell softly around her heart-shaped face. He rested his elbows on the table and leaned toward her.
    The waitress returned. “Have you folks decided?”
    She looked up from the menu. “I think I will be daring and have the blueberry pancakes.”
    â€œWith sausage?”
    â€œBacon,” she said.
    He raised a teasing eyebrow. “Always got to be different, don’t you, Jenna Murphy?”
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    Jenna’s heart fluttered at how easy it was for them to fall into their familiar banter. A lot of things were easy with Keith. The waitress walked away from the table.
    Keith tossed a sugar packet at her and she zinged it back across the table. “So you think the sheriff will figure out what is going on up there?”
    â€œHe’ll do his best.” The tension eased from Jenna’s muscles when she realized Keith wasn’t going to bring up the subject of her father again. “What do you think it is about, all those men and motorcycles and four-wheelers? Maybe some kind of smuggling?”
    Keith shrugged. “A lot of drugs come into Montana from Canada.”
    The waitress brought their meals along with the pot of tea they had ordered. Jenna hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she took the first bite of pancakes slathered with maple syrup. Her mouth watered. Both of them ate quickly.
    Keith shoved the final piece of sausage in his mouth. “Come on, it’s been a long night for both of us.”
    Jenna checked her watch. “The center will be opening in an hour.” She’d just have to go without sleep.
    Keith opened the truck door for Jenna, and she slipped into the passenger seat. He eased onto the two-lane road looking straight ahead. She studied his profile. The prominent nose and the angled cheekbones had always made him appealing, but now there was something weathered and wise in his demeanor that hadn’t ever been there before.
    He turned to look at her. “What?”
    Her cheeks warmed. He’d caught her staring. “Nothing, just keep your eyes on the road, all right, buddy?” She said with feigned bossiness. His gray eyes held a depth and a knowing that was different. She turned away and stared out the window as the fields and forests clipped by.
    She was glad he had dropped the questions about her father.
    Except to make sure he was alive, she hadn’t spoken to her father since the emergency room trip a year ago. It had been an awakening for her and the letting go of a secret that she had kept for so many years.
    Her father drank. When she lived at home, the drinking began at night after he got home from work while he took care of his birds, so Jenna stayed away. In the morning, he hated himself for drinking so much, so Jenna left the house early to avoid his bad mood. Lunch at the library had given her a brief window of solace. She had her warm and intelligent father back. If the library wasn’t too busy, they would sit in the soft chairs by thewindow, their feet touching while they both