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you?”
    “Perfect.” Deena looked delighted.
    “I can pick you up at your hotel,” Ricki said as they walked out the door of the dress shop, Ricki carrying the dress bag over one arm, the shopping bag in her opposite hand. “How’s ten-thirty in the morning?”
    “Sounds great,” Deena said.
    “I’d better get home and shower before my date.” Ricki sighed. “Hopefully it’s someone worth wearing this dress for.”
    “If not, I’ll take you out to dinner and you can wear the dress for a girls’ night out,” Deena said with a smile.
    “Deal.” Ricki walked up to her charcoal gray Prius. “Do you need a ride back to your hotel?”
    “I’d love one.” Deena ruffled her short blonde hair. “I went for a walk and I think I strayed a little far.” She told Ricki the place she was staying in, and Ricki recognized it as an extended stay hotel.
    Ricki unlocked the driver’s and passenger doors and put her bags in the back seat. She climbed into the driver’s seat as Deena sat on the passenger side and they shut the doors. In the confined space, Deena’s lilac perfume was a little stronger. It was a pleasant, old-fashioned scent that was at odds with her modern appearance.
    “Where are you from?” Ricki asked as she drove Deena to her hotel.
    “Tucson.” Deena braced her elbow on the window frame and plucked at her hair as they drove. “Have you always been in Prescott?”
    Ricki shook her head. “Moved here from Phoenix after my divorce.”
    “Owning a popular bakery like you do, you must know everyone,” Deena said.
    “Not really.” Ricki glanced from the street to Deena. “I know a lot of people thanks to the bakery and being here a while, but the town is growing so fast and it’s spread out across Prescott Valley. It’s impossible to know everyone.”
    “So it’s possible you could know your blind date when you meet him,” Deena said. “It’s also possible that you don’t know him.”
    “Exactly.” Ricki let out a little groan. “I’m really not looking forward to this.” She flashed a smile at Deena. “Of course if he’s hot it will be a different story.”
    “Here’s hoping you’ll enjoy yourself one way or another,” Deena said as Ricki pulled the car up to the hotel Deena was staying at. From her side vision, Ricki thought she saw Deena roll her eyes as she spoke. Surely not. Maybe Deena had something in her eye or Ricki had just imagined it.
    Ricki parked. “I’ll see you at ten-thirty on Sunday morning.”
    “Wonderful.” Deena put her hand on the door handle and started to open the door. “Thank you.”
    “I’m the one who owes you a thank you.” Ricki smiled. “You picked out the perfect dress and I really appreciate your help.”
    “My pleasure.” Deena opened the car door. “See you Sunday.”
    Ricki gave Deena a smile before the woman climbed out and shut the door behind her. She watched Deena walk up to the hotel before she backed up her car and headed away toward home.
     

Chapter 3
     
    Ricki walked from the garage door into the house and laid the dress bag over the back of a kitchen chair before she dropped the shopping bag with the shoes, evening purse, and hair clip on the table. She set her everyday purse next to the shopping bag, along with the mail she’d picked up at the mailbox.
    She’d purchased the fixer-upper house when she moved to Prescott. Working on the house herself, and making it look and feel just the way she wanted it to, was one of her passions. She’d had to hire some outside help, but for the most part she was doing it herself. It gave her a sense of pride and accomplishment whenever she finished a project before starting another.
    Xena slid in through the doggy door by the double French doors and bounded up to Ricki, tail wagging as she pranced and greeted Ricki with joy.
    Ricki knelt to hug her golden retriever. “Xena, girl. It’s good to see you. How’s my warrior princess?”
    The golden wriggled more with happiness