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boards, the hiss of running water, the murmur of voices.
    A woman leaned around the side of the door, wearing a white coat and black cap. MG blinked. The blonde hair that stuck out from the edges was tipped in bright green.
    She stared in MG’s direction, not smiling. “What do you want?”
    MG held up the basket. “Eggs. Mr. LeBlanc told me to bring them here early.”
    Green-hair gave her another cool look, then turned back toward the kitchen. “Joe,” she yelled. “You got a delivery here.”
    LeBlanc appeared in the doorway a moment later. The transformation from his appearance yesterday was a little jarring. She hadn’t really expected him to still be wearing sweaty jogging clothes, but she also hadn’t expected Super Chef. Somehow his white coat and dark pants made him look twice as large, particularly across the chest. But his lips spread in the same slow grin when he saw her.
    “Mornin’, Ms. Carmody,” he drawled. “What you got for me today?”
    MG held up her basket. “Sixteen. Fresh from the hens. I brushed them off for you.”
    “Omelets.” LeBlanc’s grin widened. “Guests won’t know what hit them. Most of them never tasted a fresh egg before.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and extracting a five dollar bill. “Here you go.”
    Her conscience gave her a quick kick. “That’s more than we agreed on.”
    He shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Looks like most of them are large, with maybe a few extra large. That’s worth five bucks.”
    “Okay.” She stuffed the bill quickly into her pocket.
    “If you get any more, bring them on up. We’ll use them later on.” He was already turning back toward the main part of the kitchen again.
    MG leaned forward quickly. “Mr. LeBlanc?”
    He turned back, one eyebrow arching. “Just call me Joe, darlin’. I don’t answer to Mr. LeBlanc. What do you need?”
    She blew out a breath. “Could I get my basket back? It’s the only one I’ve got.”
    He stared at her for a long moment, and she wondered if she’d made some kind of kitchen faux pas. Tough. She needed the freakin’ basket.
    “Sure.” He shrugged. “Let me unload it, then you can have it back. Wait here for a second.”
    She stepped up to the doorway. A man with dark hair stood at the stove frying bacon. At the counter across from her, Ms. Greenhair was chopping mushrooms at an incredible rate, tossing them into a bowl at the side, while LeBlanc piled the eggs into a bowl on the counter beside her.
    He turned back toward the door, then did a double-take when he saw her standing inside. “Here you go.” He smiled, handing her the basket.
    “The three of you do breakfast for all the guests?” The kitchen looked big enough to hold a small regiment.
    LeBlanc shrugged. “It’s a small inn. Only twenty or thirty guests as a rule. We can handle that many with no trouble—especially since a lot of them just want coffee and pastry.”
    She nodded slowly, taking in the gleaming stainless steel cabinets, the cement floor with its green rubber mats, the black cooktops and overhead ovens. “Quite a place.”
    “Yeah.” LeBlanc shifted slightly, as if he wanted to get back to the pile of onions and peppers on the table.
    MG managed another smile. “Okay, if I get any more eggs I’ll bring them by. Thanks.”
    “Don’t mention it.” He was already turning back to his prep table before she walked back down the hall.
     
     
    The breakfast rush wasn’t big, but it was steady. Darcy’s yogurt parfaits went fast, the way they always did. Oatmeal wasn’t a big hit, but they had to have a pot of the stuff for the handful of health nuts—some of them just nuts, in Joe’s opinion. Bacon and eggs moved briskly.
    Maybe a little more briskly than usual, in fact. Joe held back one of MG Carmody’s extra-large eggs for himself and was, as he’d expected to be, blown away. He’d grown up with eggs like that, and once you’d had them, the supermarket kind never tasted