Mindi stood and thanked Mitch for the meal, and as she reached for her coat, their hands touched once more. Her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes darted back and forth between his dreamy dark-chocolate brown eyes, as his locked steadily onto hers. Her breath caught in her throat and a beat passed, or maybe two. She released the coat, and he held it while she slid her arms into its sleeves. Then, moving at a pace slightly slower than reality, like a movie running in slow motion, his hands brushed her cheeks as they moved to the back of her neck, lifted her hair from beneath her coat, and adjusted her collar.
Transfixed by his touch, Mindi stilled, then felt his big hand on the small of her back. He stepped toward the door, and with her insides ignited, her feet moved in time with his. As they walked into the crisp air during the magic of twilight, Ben took her hand, bringing her back to reality.
“They have great blueberry pancakes at the Pancake House,” Ben said to Mitch, referring to a restaurant in McCall.
Mitch winked at Ben. “I know.”
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