"I still like the thought of you and me on some remote island somewhere," she said with a smile. "I don't want my father giving you a hard time. The man doesn't have a lot of room to talk on a lot of things."
The last bit of her ice cream went into her mouth. It had been a great evening and just what she needed. She dropped her spoon in her bowl.
"I had a really good time tonight."
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