“Nice way to finish the run,” he said. He wasn’t breathing hard at all. His cheeks weren’t even red with exertion.

“I thought I lost you.”

“Not a chance. Was having too much fun.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, so she let the comment ride. “I’m going to grab a coffee from Java Café before I head home. If you feel like tagging along, I’ll point out places you might want to know about.”

“Sounds good,” he answered. “Especially the coffee part.”

They crossed the park with Amanda pointing out landmarks. “Our courthouse, and then to the right is our library, built around the same time as the courthouse, in the 1880s. Most of Marietta was constructed during the big copper boom of the 1880s-1890s. The oldest building on Main Street is Grey’s Saloon. I think that one dates from the late 1870s. Grey’s has been written up in numerous Montana magazines as one of the oldest bars in the state that still pours liquor today.”

She glanced at him as they crossed Court Street and started down Main, debating whether she should mention drinks and pool tonight at Grey’s. Did she want him there? What would he think of the invite?

Still uncertain, she pointed out other businesses. “Main Street Diner is an institution in Marietta. It’s been a diner since the 1920s or 30s. Before that it was a grocery store and mercantile. Great big breakfasts until eleven, and home-style cooking the rest of the day. I rarely go for dinner but Charity and I always head to the diner for pie after movie night. On the left is my friend Sadie’s shabby chic business, Montana Rose. Her space was once part of the old antique mall, which was turned into our first Mexican restaurant. The restaurant just opened but I haven’t been there yet, not sure why as I heard it has amazing carne asadas and hand-shaken margaritas.”

“The only kind of margarita,” he replied.

The tour continued as they crossed First Street. “Grey’s is on our right, and our Bank of Marietta is on the left. Best cowboy boots in town are here, at Marietta Western Wear and then the pharmacy on this corner—I’ll tell you more about that later—and Java Café is just ahead, on our right, with world famous Copper Mountain Chocolates on the other side of Main, next to the florist.”

“Is the chocolate shop famous?”

Amanda grinned and shook her head. “Not world famous, no, but here in Marietta, it’s a big deal. I love the salted caramels. Charity loves the hot chocolate. And everyone loves Sage, the owner. You’ll have to stop in and introduce yourself.”

“Your salon isn’t far from here.”

“Nope. Just one street over.” She smiled at him. “I spend a lot of time here at Java Café.