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Creed chuckled. “I do own a small farm where I grow grain for Beckett Feed, and I have a few horses.”
Abbie laughed. “I knew it.”
“Do you have a thing for cowboys?”
“I think most women do.”
“Well, we can discuss that later. Let’s get going. We don’t want to be late for our reservation.”
“Alright.” She grabbed her coat from the hall tree, but Creed took it and held it out for her. “And that’s another reason why women love cowboys.”
“What’s that?”
“Manners.” She grabbed her purse.
Creed grinned and offered his hand to her, which she took. They walked out onto the front stoop together, and he waited while she locked the door. Then he led her to his truck, holding her hand until she was seated inside. He smiled before closing the door and walking around to the driver’s side.
He opened the truck door and hopped in, starting the engine then backing out of the driveway. As they drove to the restaurant, he asked her about her day.
“Pretty good,” she replied. “I try to get a lot done on my days off.”
“When are those?” he inquired.
“I have weekends off. I work twelve-hour shifts Monday through Friday.”
“That’s a long week. You must be exhausted.”
“It can be tiring, but I enjoy it,” she said with a smile.
“It’s great to have a job you love. I feel the same way about mine.”
“Even after what you went through? Did you have any difficulties returning to work?”
“Not really, since I didn’t remember anything. So, I had no reason to worry. If that makes sense. It was tough hearing about Mac, but we all know the risks of the job.”
“It is dangerous, isn’t it?”
“Any law enforcement job is,” he confirmed.
“What made you become a livestock agent?”
Creed smirked. “I’m fifth generation of McBride’s in that field.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, ma’am. It started with my great-great-grandfather. My dad just recently retired from the department.”
“That’s amazing.” She shook her head. “I’m glad they got the roads cleared.”
“Me too, but knowing the area, it will snow again soon.”
They rode in silence until he pulled into the crowded parking lot of the restaurant.
“This place is always packed,” she remarked as she searched for a parking spot.
“I see one,” Creed said, waiting for a truck to back out before pulling in. “It might be a little bit of a walk, but it’s better than nothing.”
After pulling into the spot, he shut the truck off, stepped out and walked around to her side, and opened the door, then put his hand out to her.
