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to bring Caleb in for some of your sinfully delicious cooking.”
    “I’ll be more than happy to give him some. The boy could use a good meal or two. Take a seat anywhere except for that big table, and I’ll be over with some menus.”
    “And some sweet tea.” Alex scanned the restaurant and chose a booth in clear view of the Junior League table. She slid in and pulled Caleb into the seat next to her. “When the ladies come in, you know what to do,” she whispered, nodding to the table set for twenty.
    “When will they be arriving?”
    “In about five to ten minutes.” She fixed a smile on her face as Miss Ada arrived with the menus. “What’s the special today?”
    “Fried ham steak.”
    “With your famous greens?”
    “You know it, darlin’.”
    Alex slid her menu to the end of the table without opening it. “Sold!”
    Caleb, however, stared at the menu like it was written in another language. “I’m going to need a few minutes.”
    “Take your time. I’ll be right over with those sweet teas.” Miss Ada stepped behind the counter to fetch their drinks, giving Alex a few seconds alone with him.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m trying to figure out what I can eat here without paying for it later.”
    “Oh, I forgot—you’re lactose intolerant, right?” She scooted next to him and peered at his menu. “I’d say go with the special.”
    He wrinkled his nose. “I’m not a huge fan of greens.”
    “You can get another side like fried okra or green beans, silly.” She playfully batted him on the nose as the bell above the door announced the arrival of a new patron.
    Mrs. Patty Jefferies, one of her mother’s oldest friends, scanned the restaurant until her hard gaze settled on Alex.
    Alex wrapped her arms around Caleb’s neck and murmured in his ear, “Time for another Academy Award–winning performance.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” He nuzzled her cheek, his breath warming her skin. “But you still haven’t helped me decide what I want for dinner.”
    She was tempted to tell him to forget dinner and go straight to dessert, especially once his hand started inching up her bare thigh. Using the menu to shield them from prying eyes, she leaned into him. “I’m still voting for the ham and greens.”
    “And I’m telling you I don’t like greens.”
    “I would recommend the country fried steak, but that has buttermilk gravy.”
    “Um-hmm.”
    Her breath caught as his other hand worked up the back of her shirt, tracing tiny circles along the base of her spine. Sweet Jesus, if he kept that up, she’d be hauling him back to her bed before dinner arrived. “It’s kind of hard to think clearly when you’re doing that, you know.”
    “Now you know how I felt when you ambushed me with that first kiss last night.” He pulled back with a wicked grin that told her how much he enjoyed teasing her.
    She whacked him with the menu. “Behave.”
    By then, three more of her mother’s friends had join Mrs. Jefferies at the Junior League table, their heads all close together as they whispered at a frantic pace and glanced her way.
    Alex resisted the urge to do a little victory dance. By tomorrow morning, the whole town would know about her and Caleb.
    Miss Ada arrived with their teas. “Decide on anything?”
    Caleb went to the menu, but Alex lowered it. “The Yankee wants to play it safe with some fried chicken and green beans, Miss Ada.”
    “Hey now—” he protested, but she cut him off.
    “I would love an extra side of fried okra, though, and of course, some of that yummy peach cobbler for dessert, please.”
    Miss Ada chuckled and took the menu. “I’ll be out with your supper in a few.”
    “Yankee?” Caleb asked once they were alone again.
    “Last I checked, Chicago was north of here.”
    “But do you have to act like the Civil War is still going on?”
    “Shh!” She pressed her finger to his lips. “Some folks around here haven’t gotten the memo that it’s over.”
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