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mean so much to a guy?
    Sean was the one really dealing with life or death. Her dad shouldn’t have to put up with this kind of tourist crap at the moment.
    Granted, many of the boat captains in Provincetown and across Cape Cod picked up extra money taking summer visitors out on the water. There was always some rich guy who wanted to head to Georges Bank in the Gulf of Maine, searching for that elusive big catch he couldn’t bag closer to shore—or without the help of a professional fisherman.
    Although, the first message the guy left hadn’t sounded like he was after a trophy fish. More like there was bigger game at stake.
    The dog’s whining grew loud enough to grab her attention. Those big brown eyes said Hershey probably needed a walk after being cooped up in the house for too long. She decided she could also use a walk and an extra-tall iced coffee before tackling her mother’s requests. Several artists planned to consign new items at the shop over the next few days, and her mother needed Emma to do the intake.
    As much as they might have argued the previous day, Emma loved her family and was glad she’d come home to help. But that didn’t mean she relished the idea of spending any time in her mother’s shop. Not her cup of tea. Neither was fishing, really.
    Emma grabbed her purse and took the leash off the hook by the back door. Staying in New York City after college made so much sense in so many ways, she reminded herself. Her parents understood her choices, and seemed proud when she’d landed the job working in the mayor’s office. The smell of fish no longer permeated her days, and her life didn’t revolve around accommodating tourists. And there was zero possibility of running into anyone in the big city who had known Daniel. Or of having everyone look at her with pity in their eyes.
    She couldn’t understand how her parents stayed in this tiny town where everyone you ran into knew every last bit of your personal business, the good, the bad, and the downright ugly.
    She headed out the driveway to the sidewalk, dog in the lead. As they rounded the corner onto Bradford Street, a buzzing sounded deep within her purse. She jolted to a stop, yanking on the leash. It took her a minute to realize it was the stranger’s phone vibrating like a hummingbird.
    She dug through the contents, finding the sandwich bag she’d used to keep the broken phone from losing any bits or pieces, answering before it went to voice mail.
    “So it seems my plans have changed,” the stranger started without preamble. “I won’t be heading out until the evening tide. How about meeting me for lunch? My treat.”
    She glanced at Hershey. “I don’t know about lunch. I have the dog with me at the moment.”
    “What about Bubeleh’s Café?” He named a popular restaurant right on Commercial Street. “I saw dogs at the sidewalk tables last night. It’s the least I can do since you had to come all the way back to Provincetown.”
    Emma relented and made a plan to meet him at the restaurant in fifteen minutes. She clicked the Off button and carefully resealed the plastic bag. “Come on, Hershey. Time to pretend you’re the well-behaved sort of dog who gets to go out for lunch.” Not that it mattered. She needed to give the phone back and maybe enjoy that iced coffee she’d been craving. She pointedly ignored the thrill that ran down her spine at the thought of gazing into those stormy grey eyes again. She didn’t have the time or inclination to get mixed up in anything NOAA related, no matter how cute the guy.
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    Chase handed the cell phone back to his intern. “Are you happy? I’m buying lunch for her.”
    Todd chuckled, stuffing the phone into his front pocket. “Dude. Don’t do it to make me happy. The idea of asking a girl out is to make you happy.”
    “I didn’t ask her out. I’m simply meeting her to get my phone back.”
    “Keep telling yourself that.”
    Chase grimaced, but dropped the subject. No point