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She spun in front of the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door and watched the skirt of her aqua dress flair out around her legs.

With luck, this dress would also end up on the floor at Dante’s hands later tonight, although they didn’t exactly have plans to see each other.

But they could have…

Thanks to already agreeing to meet her sisters for dinner that evening, she was missing out on some fun with the Williams boys. Her chest squeezed.

Had she known Dante was going to invite her along with him and Noah to Christa and Hunter’s place tonight, she would’ve told her sisters to choose a different date. Although, it was almost two years since the Harrison sisters had gotten together for their monthly dinner night.

She’d hardly seen Olivia since returning to Harland.

Feeling a little frisky, she shoved her feet into a pair of turquoise cowgirl boots with fringe. With luck, by the time shegot back tonight, Noah would be fast asleep, and Dante would invite her over for a nightcap and some boot-knocking.

Heat raced through her body at the thought, but the honk of a horn had her jumping with a start. That would be Emily.

Her sister offered to pick her up since it was on her way to the Tex Pub where they were meeting Olivia. They both agreed it made no sense to take two vehicles, plus it gave Amanda permission to enjoy more than one glass of sangria.

Win, win.

She rushed through the house, her boots clacking off the wood floors on her flight to the side door. On her way through the kitchen, she grabbed her purse from the island counter and stopped long enough to twist the lock on the knob before pulling the door shut behind her.

Less than ten minutes later, they parked in the crowded lot of the pub and got out, the muffled beat from the live band meeting their ears.

Emily grinned. “Oh, I bet Olivia’s thrilled it’s live band night.”

Amanda grimaced. “Maybe we should go to the diner.”

“Absolutely not. She needs to loosen up.” Emily grabbed her hand and tugged her inside.

She blinked to adjust to the lighting and felt kind of sorry for her older sister. The place was hopping. The music was loud, and although she and Emily didn’t mind this type of atmosphere, it always seemed to rattle Olivia.

But Emily was right. Their sister spent most of her life in college, then medical school, then training and now she worked at being the best ophthalmologist in south Texas.

“There she is,” Emily all but shouted.

Amanda spotted her sister waving from a table in the back, near the bar. She smiled. Of course, that’s where they’d find her.The music wasn’t as loud back there. But at least they’d be able to hear each other talk.

When they reached the table, Olivia rose to her feet, a rare smile lighting her pretty face. A face her sister thought she hid behind a pair of oversized, black-rimmed glasses. Little did Olivia know they made her look sexy in a librarian kind of way, along with her up-twist hairstyle. A lot of men gave her a second look, but her sister was either oblivious or not interested. Perhaps both. The last time Amanda could remember Olivia happy and carefree had been before she broke up with her high school boyfriend.

“There you two are. I was beginning to think I was stood up.” Olivia laughed, pulling Amanda in for a hug. “And you…it’s so great to see you again, Mandy.”

Her older sister was the only person who continued to call her by her childhood nickname.

“It’s great to see you too,Livy,” she replied with her sister’s old nickname.

Emily cleared her throat. “What am I? Chopped liver?”

Amanda and her sister drew apart laughing.

“No, of course not.” Olivia grinned, hugging Emily. “Liver parfait maybe, but never chopped liver.”

“Haha. Very funny.” Emily scoffed as the two released each other, and they all sat down.

They’d barely scooted in their chairs when a server arrived to deliver a pitcher of sangria, three glasses, and three menus, promising to return in a few minutes to take their orders.

Olivia grinned at them over the pitcher. “I took the liberty of ordering it…seeing as you two were running late.”

“Sweet! Thanks.” She grinned.