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pot of water in the middle of the floor, he glanced up.
    “So?” I asked, taking a step closer as I folded my arms.
    “You have a leak,” he replied, holding a cheeky grin as our eyes met again.
    “Ha,” I pushed out. This guy might have looked better than Wendy’s homemade apple pies, but he was losing my interest fast. Jumping to the point, I asked, “So what’s it going to cost me? Still the $550 you quoted me on the phone, I hope?”
    He glanced up again and said, “I’ll have to check the extent of the damage, but that’s usually what I’d charge for something like this.” His eyes met mine. He sure looks at me a lot. “But you’re a friend of Em’s, so I’ll do it for $400.”
    “$400?” I shook my head. What is it with this town? Everybody just wants to help and give people the best deals.
    He let out a slight chuckle, followed by a shake of his head, as he could see my confusion. “People in this town are good folk. You could learn something from them.” He popped an eyebrow up and walked back outside, leaving me with a lingering question. Learn what, exactly? Pausing for only a moment as I heard the screen door shut, I decided to follow him.
    “When can you get started on this? And how long will it take?” I asked, seeing him go out to his truck. He stopped and shrugged as he turned around, eyeballing the house. “I can order the shingles today and start next Tuesday. It’ll take about a day of work unless I discover something different in the full inspection here in a few.”
    “Great. I have to leave for work here in a minute.”
    “Okay. I can just come back next week and finish checking it out. It’ll delay everything a little bit.” He went toward the ladder that was propped up against my roof.
    “No. You can just stay and lock up when you’re done. Call the diner if you need anything. I’ll be there until six.”
    He nodded and flashed me a trusting smile. Leaving someone at my home unattended worried me some, but Emma knew the people in Newport more than I did, and I trusted her.
     

     
    I rested one hand on the monitor while the other one typed in my server identification number to clock in. Miley approached, chewing on a piece of gum, and said, “Hey, girl.”
    “Hey,” I replied as I counted my hours up in my head. Six, nine, four, three . . . Plus today. Thirty.
    “Wendy’s talking about cutting hours again,” Miley said, jolting me out of my thoughts.
    I looked at her. “Seriously?”
    She nodded.
    I murmured under my breath, “Why not just fire that new girl who just texts and takes a million smoke breaks?”
    “Hey,” Miley said, pulling me out of my wallowing self-pity.
    I looked at her with a raised brow.
    She tilted her head back behind her toward the nearly empty diner. “Can you take table five? I need to call my mother to see if she can pick up Gwen.”
    Peeking over, I saw it was the man from the Inn at the Lake , and my heart fluttered. “I knew I knew him from somewhere!” Seeing Miley’s inquisitive expression, I continued, “I saw that guy at the Inn at the Lake a couple of days ago, but I couldn’t place him. He’s that guy.”
    Miley glanced over her shoulder at him. “Really? Black coffee and toast guy?”
    I nodded slowly as I smirked. “Yep.” He was a frequent customer, but it wasn’t random or a few times a week. It was the same time and day each week that he came in. It had been going on for two years, according to Miley, and nobody ever dared ask him what the deal was. It was strange. We all had our theories around the diner. Miley believed he just liked routine, Wendy suspected he was just crazy, and I, well, I didn’t know what to think of it other than that he was cute. I was too busy to really care, but the fact that I saw him outside the diner had me intrigued now. The guy didn’t live in Newport, or at least, nobody thought he did since nobody ever saw him outside the diner.
    “Go talk to him.” Miley nudged me. “You