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countries have cell service.”
    Will flashed her tourist-welcoming smile. “Afraid not.”
    “That’s it, Becks,” he said in a crisp British accent as he set a small black duffel on the stool beside him. “We’ve finally reached the end of the world.”
    Wisps of light brown hair danced around a narrow face that could be described as feminine if it weren’t for the scruff along his chin. The man wore a dark green corduroy jacket with a gray scarf wrapped around his neck. Everything about him said “world traveler.” Not the typical Anchor tourist by far.
    “Sorry,” Will apologized, not sure what else to say. “We do have internet. In some places.” She didn’t want to imply Dempsey’s offered free Wi-Fi, but she was certain wherever they were staying would have it.
    “Well, bully for you.” The comeback would have been rude if it hadn’t been said with that lovely lilt and accompanied by a charming smile.
    “Relax, Jude,” said the Becks person. “You’ll survive one week without your phone.” Addressing Will, she said, “I’ll take a green tea if you have it.”
    “Coming right up.” Will turned to Jude. “And you?”
    He perused the area behind the bar, his eyes practically glowing when he spotted the list of imported beers. “I see you becoming my favorite person this week, love. Slide me over a Samuel Smith, if you please.”
    Will filled the order, setting both bottles before her patrons. “Safe to say you’ve just arrived?” she asked.
    “Fresh off the boat,” Becks answered, flashing pearly whites that must have cost her a fortune. Hazel eyes narrowed. “I’ve seen you somewhere before. Have we met?”
    That question always put Will on edge, but she was certain she’d remember a striking blonde with the name Becks. “Don’t think so.”
    “Have you done any modeling?”
    Will snorted, then looked up and realized the woman was serious. “No, I’ve never modeled.” What the hell would she model? Restaurant aprons?
    “Really?” The woman stood on the step of her stool to see the rest of Will. “You’ve got the height for it. And lots of agencies are looking for women with hips now.”
    Somehow that didn’t feel like a compliment. Will turned around to grab a glass off the back counter and checked out her hips in the mirror behind the bar. They weren’t that wide.
    “Your hips are lovely, my dear,” Jude said. “Don’t mind Becks here. She lacks a bit of tact.”
    “I know I’ve seen that face before,” Becks said, ignoring her friend. “Where are you from?”
    Will never answered that one. “Here and there.” Tossing the cap from Jude’s beer, she asked, “You two want to start a tab?”
    “Hell yes,” Jude said, lifting his bottle in salute. “I’m going to need lots of these to get through a week with no cell phone.”
    Becks continued to pretend her friend didn’t exist. “How long have you been on Anchor?”
    Seemed a harmless one. “Little over a year.” Switching to sales mode, Will gave her best pitch. “You won’t find better food anywhere on the island than right here at Dempsey’s. You two want to try an appetizer?”
    “I could eat,” Jude said, then asked, “Where’s the loo, darling?”
    “Far right corner,” Will answered, nodding her head in that direction. Placing a menu on the bar, she addressed the blonde as Jude took his bag and crossed the dining room. “The steamed mussels are amazing.”
    “You really do look familiar,” Becks said, accepting the menu. “I know I sound crazy at this point, but are you sure there isn’t anywhere I could have seen your face before? I spend most of my time in Boston. Have you ever worked there?”
    Will always knew this day might come. Was surprised it hadn’t happened before now. Three years ago her face had been plastered on flyers, as well as flashed across the evening news, all over New England. But mostly in Boston.
    “Nope. Must be someone who looks like me.” Using all her