41The next morning, following breakfast, Becca stood on the stairs five minutes early and watched as Noah pulled into the pebbled drive. He got out of the truck and Becca was surprised. “A suit? I thought you people had no dress code?”
“Well, what you see is a shirt and tie and nice slacks. And I did put on my best pair of boots. But you're right, the suit jacket is on the back seat.” He opened the passenger door, surprising her again.
“You're a chivalrous sort.” Becca smiled and got in.
“You think because I live in Arizona and often wear a cowboy hat that I am a barbarian?” He raised both eyebrows.
“Um…no.”
“Good! Because my momma raised me right.” Noah grinned and closed the door.
“So why the fancy clothes?” Becca asked as they pulled out of the driveway.
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