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computer problems. . .”
    “We’ll work on that tomorrow.”
    Josie laughed. “Deal,” she said, but didn’t give an ounce of credence to the notion that Cole Craig could iron out the kinks in a complicated computer program. He might be able to work wonders with an antiquated plumbing system, but computer programs? Not likely.
    They walked down Main on the old brick sidewalk she remembered from her childhood. The town still maintained the antique gas street lamps that gave everything a cozy, intimate glow. Electric streetlights would be more practical, but they wouldn’t shimmer across the golden highlights in Cole’s hair like a lover’s caress.
    “What’re you thinkin’?”
    “That the town hasn’t changed much.”
    “Depends on what you call change. There’s a new beauty parlor openin’ up across from the bank.” He leaned down so he could whisper close to her ear. “I hear tell they’re gonna sell fancy lingerie there, too.”
    Josie laughed, more to cover her nervousness than anything else. “That ought to get Mrs. McKay worked up.”
    A lazy smile transformed Cole’s face, and Josie found simply breathing a bit difficult.
    “That lady wouldn’t know what to do with herself if she didn’t have somethin’ to get worked up about.”
    But if the old biddy had that distraction, maybe she wouldn’t be on Josie’s back twenty-four/seven. Just the thought lifted her spirits.
    Most of the brick buildings lining the street were decorated with scalloped red, white, and blue banners in anticipation of the town Memorial Day celebration. Both the Baptist and the Presbyterian churches at the end of Main proudly flew the American and Christian flags. In less than two weeks, the street would be filled with vendors selling mouth-watering foods and homemade crafts. In less than two weeks, she was expected to debut her computer program.
    “What’s wrong?” Cole asked.
    They stood in front of Wallace’s Apothecary. She hadn’t been aware that she’d stopped moving. “Oh. I was just thinking about work.”
    “None of that, now. You need a break.”
    “But—”
    He clasped her hand and pulled her along. “You promised me dinner. That computer will be there in the mornin’, I promise.”
    At the end of the street, they turned left into the front door of Ferguson’s. The bell clanged announcing their arrival as Cole held it open for Josie to pass through. The diner was practically deserted at this late hour. Good. He wanted her all to himself. He didn’t mind not having to deal with speculative glances and people gossiping about why the town librarian was out with Angel Ridge’s finest handyman. Not tonight.
    “Hey, Cole.” Dixie called out from behind the counter.
    Cole smiled at the tall woman who’d styled her short, red-tinted black hair into a spiked, punk look. “Hey, Dix.”
    “As I live and breathe, if it ain’t Josie Allen. Or should I call you Dr. Allen now?”
    “Josie’s fine.”
    “Good to see ya. Sit wherever you want. I’ll be with you in a sec.”
    He stopped at a booth near a window. “This okay?”
    “How about over here?”
    She pointed to a booth against a back wall that was more out of the way. Cole shrugged and followed her. He’d never turn down the opportunity to share a corner booth with Josie Allen. Not in this lifetime.
    Cole watched with interest as Josie unbuttoned her blazer and slid across the smooth green upholstered seat of the booth. The quick movement only provided a brief glimpse of a conservative, pale blue blouse before she pulled the material of the jacket together. Maybe she’d take it off later….
    The light green linoleum of the table was accented by a small vase with a single, white daisy. As usual, the place was spotless.
    “I haven’t eaten here in years.”
    He had to work at focusing on anything but her. “Then you’re in for a treat. Dixie’s food just gets better with time.”
    “I heard that.” Dixie slapped Cole on the shoulder