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“That seems like a lot,” he says with a laugh, and I shake my head.
“That’s barely anything!” I argue, and he nods.
“Okay, okay. Hmm, let’s see. I’m an only child. My dad was in the Army, so we moved around a lot when I was growing up.”
“Where have you lived then?”
“All over. South Carolina, Texas, Mississippi, Texas again, Georgia, and then Virginia.”
“What about your time in the Navy?”
“I was stationed in Florida, South Carolina, and Washington DC. Oh, and now California.”
“Okay, and out of those states, which was your favorite and why?”
“I liked Virginia. The weather was nice and there was a lot to do there.”
“Do you like the beach? Or would you rather be in the woods?”
“Beach.”
“Figures. You’re a SEAL. You must love the water and to swim.”
“Yeah, that’s why I picked them.”
“Was it a hard choice? Picking the Navy?” I ask him as he pulls into the parking lot of Myron’s Seafood.
“Not really. I knew that I didn’t want to be in the Army, and the others didn’t really interest me.”
I want to ask him why he didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps but he’s already parked and climbing out of the truck. I grab my purse and reach for the door handle, but Warren is already there and opening the door for me.
“Thanks,” I say as he offers me his hand and helps me out of the truck.
“Of course. You look beautiful. Did I tell you that yet?”
“No, not yet.”
“I should have. You always look gorgeous, though.”
“Thanks. You look handsome tonight, too.”
We head inside and I let Warren talk to the hostess as I look around the place. I’ve never been here before. It’s always been a little out of my price range. Okay, maybe a lot out of my price range.
"Right this way," the hostess says, and we follow her to the back of the restaurant.
Warren pulls my chair out for me, and I smile at him as I take a seat. He sits across from me, and the hostess hands each of us a menu.
“Your waiter will be right with you.”
I nod, and Warren and I take a moment to look over the menu. I haven’t had a lot of seafood over the years, mainly because I could never afford it.
“What about you?” Warren asks once he sets his menu aside.
“What about me?”
“Where have you lived?”
“Just California.”
