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dishes. She stood again looking at Lee with embarrassment. “Thank you again for breaking my fall. I’m really sorry about your shirt, and if you’ll permit, I’d like to replace it.”
    “That’s not necessary. I’d hoped we would run into each other again,” he joked, reminding her of his parting comment the first time they met. She couldn’t help smiling.
    “Yes, well, the next time you see me coming, you’ll probably get on the other side of the street.”
    “I hardly think so,” Lee responded.
    Although her heart skipped a beat, Megan ignored that one. “I…uh…need to get going and you need to get that shirt taken care of. Please apologize to your wife for me.”
    “My wife—” He was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. After pulling it out of his pocket, Lee spoke again. “Hello? Yes…yes. When? Okay, tell her I’m on my way.”
    Assuming it was his wife on the other end who needed him, Megan waved at Lee and motioned that she was leaving. He took the cell phone away from his mouth. “Megan, I’ve got a slight emergency to deal with, but I’d like to—”
    Megan waved her hand. “It’s perfectly fine. I really do need to get going.”
    “But I wanted to explain to you—”
    “Thanks again.” She cut him off as she walked quickly to her vehicle, leaving Lee talking on his phone and rushing toward his truck.
     

Chapter Four
    “Will that be all for you today, Megan?” the postal service clerk asked as Megan paid for her latest project to be shipped overnight express.
    “Yes, I believe so. Thanks, Thomas.”
    “No problem.” He smiled. “Have a great day.”
    “You do the same,” Megan called over her shoulder as she left the post office.
    As she stepped onto the sidewalk, she couldn’t help smiling. After living so long in a busy city, she was still amazed at the friendliness of the people who lived and worked in Laurel Ridge, even though it was one of the wonderful things that had drawn her to this little piece of heaven on earth. She hoped Laurel Ridges’ personality wouldn’t be lost as its popularity grew and more tourists flocked to the mountain hide-a-way.
    When her stomach rumbled loudly, Megan glanced at her watch to see it was half-past noon. She had not bothered with breakfast that morning and was feeling the effect.
    Just around the corner was the Laurel Ridge Deli. It was a wonderful family-owned place with a smoked turkey and Swiss cheese on rye sandwich which was out of this world, especially when topped with a touch of mustard and combined with a pickle and their homemade chips. Her mouth began to water as her stomach rumbled again, causing her to pick up the pace as she detoured to the deli.
    The bell on the door jingled as Megan walked in; Lydia, the owner, looked up and smiled from behind the counter. As usual there was a line of people waiting to place orders and Lydia was busily trying to fill them. Placing an order could often take some time, as people couldn’t make up their minds based on the delicious foods populating the menu.
    Tables lined the front windows facing Laurel Ridge’s Main Street, giving diners a view of quaint shops and passers-by. The rear of the deli opened up to a cobblestone patio, set up with umbrella-covered tables, overlooking the river that meandered through the mountain town. From mid-spring to early fall, it was nearly impossible to get a table outside; locals and tourists alike flocked to them.
    Megan took a number and indicated to Lydia she would be waiting out back until called. As she went to push the rear glass door open, a man eating a sandwich at one of the tables caught her attention and her heart skipped a beat. Lee Grainger . The man was turning up everywhere.
    “Excuse me,” a soft voice interrupted from behind Megan. She turned to see a tall, attractive blonde with a sandwich and drink waiting to get by.
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” Megan apologized, opening the door to let her out.
    She smiled and thanked