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Um, you don__ have to join me, but if you__e looking for a table, there are a couple good seats over there._ He nodded toward the far end.

As we were about to cross the road, Davin suddenly grabbed my wrist and held me back a moment; a car peeled out of the driveway and roared past us. __eez,_ I gasped, and then, glancing at him curiously, I added, __hanks._ He didn__ say anything, but slowly released my wrist. Before he completely withdrew, I took his hand and interlaced my fingers through his. He looked at me, his lips parted in surprise, but then he smiled shyly and gave my hand a squeeze as we kept walking. It gave me a feeling of nervous flutters in the best way. As we walked up to the doors, Jill and Laurel came bursting out the exit.

Oh, it was 1775._ __hat?_ _1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill._ __h._ I laughed. __e learned about it the day we met,_ he added. __nother red-letter day in history.

I wouldn__ joke if you weren__ always patching me up,_ Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. __ou must have noticed, right? It__ kind of cute, actually._ Though my heart fluttered, I tried to shoot him a warning glare. He ignored me. __ like to call her Doctor Fisher.