am not taking no for an answer,” he told her firmly with a smile.He waited as she put things away, obviously trying to decide if it was a good idea.
“Okay, I guess, but we will need to make it quick,” she called over her shoulder while she returned her work cart to the storage room.
He escorted her over to his SUV and opened the passenger door for her. He could tell the gesture surprised her.
“Why thank you,” she playfully said.
“Always a pleasure,” he replied with a smile.
He drove to Mackie’s, a small, family-owned restaurant right at the outskirts of the small town at Abby’s suggestion.
“It’s a local favorite,” she told him as they pulled into the graveled parking lot in front of the white building. Its green shutters and warm lighting gave it a homey feel.The restaurant was in full lunch rush swing, so they had to wait a few minutes to be seated.
“There really isn’t much to Pinesville, is there?” Jake asked her when they were finally seated at a wooden table near a window.
“I told you that it’s a small, quaint town. I love it here, and the airport provides a much-needed service to many of the small towns in this area of Montana,” she explained. They were quiet for a few moments as they perused the small menu, trying to decide what to get.
“Chicken and dressing is today’s special, and it is out of this world,” Abby said.
“Sounds good and warm. I’m freezing!” Jake replied. He still wore his coat. It felt as if the temperature outside had dropped twenty degrees since they had left the airport.
After they ordered, Jake asked her about growing up in Pinesville.
“It was the childhood people write about in books: simple and happy,” Abby said as she fiddled with the straw in her glass of Coke.
Jake noticed she didn’t say anything about her mother and that she wasn’t too keen on letting out too many personal details. He could barely eke out of her that she was twenty-six and that she had studied her trade at the Helena campus of the University of Montana. She was really reserved.
Since he was not getting anywhere with her on a personal front, he told her about himself instead. He left out a few telling details, though.
“Since my dad was a pilot, from the time I could talk, I told anyone that would listen that I was going to fly planes just like my dad,” Jake told her.
“It sounds like you have a great relationship with your dad,” Abby remarked as she forked her green beans.
“”We had a great relationship up until the day he died three years ago,” Jake said quietly. The pain from the loss of his dad still felt raw at times.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Jake.” Abby continued, “My mom died when I was young, so I know the pain of losing a parent all too well.”
“Yeah, to be honest, it blows. I miss that man so much,” Jake told her. “Jim kind of reminds me of him in many ways,” he added.
Abby smiled when he mentioned her father.
“Then he must have been a very wonderful person,” Abby gently said and surprised both herself and Jake by giving his hand a squeeze across the table.They continued their meal comfortably.
“That dressing was as good as you said it would be,” Jake said and patted his stomach appreciatively.
“Yes, but now I feel like curling up and taking a nap. I normally don’t eat such big meals during the work day,” Abby said as she stretched her arms.
Jake insisted upon paying the check when it came, and afterward they bundled up to dart across the parking lot.
“So where do you live around here?” Jake asked Abby on the drive back to the airport.
“I have a cozy little cottage in the woods not too far from here. Connor and I are very happy in our little piece of paradise,” she happily
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