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up and caught him staring at her and the child, she’d said something that had stayed with Julien.
    “Don’t squander time with your pride, Julien. You don’t have to look so sad. You could have a baby yourself if you stop being so mule-headed. Alma would make a good mother.”
    His mama sure had a way with words. But her pointed suggestion had stayed with Julien and then he’d spotted Alma the very next day there in her café, with that early morning sweetness all around her. He’d seen the same sadness he felt there in her pretty eyes. She’d looked as if she wanted something more. Something she couldn’t quite find.
    That’s how he felt now.
    He wanted her to smile again. Preferably, at him. And the fact that she’d kissed him back rather than slapping him flat gave him enough hope to hang on like a bass on a nylon string.
    Time to let her reel him in.
    Enough with the revelations and the signs. He planned to ask Alma out on a real date. If he could get up the courage. Maybe a poem. He’d quote her some pretty lines then ask her to go to up to New Orleans for a nice evening. Alma deserved a nice evening, didn’t she?
    After a few of his fishing buddies converged on the restaurant, Julien made his way to his favorite table then searched for Alma. Where was she?
    Another waitress came and took his order, her own soft smile full of interest. Mollie, her name tag stated. But instead of flirting in his usual way, Julien only had an interest in the chief cook and bottle washer around here. Alma. It wasn’t like her to take time away from the café.
    Maybe she was hiding out. He’d thought about not showing up today himself. She had not been happy with him after that kiss.
    He grinned, remembering how she’d turned and pranced back into the restaurant, all fire and glory, while everyone who’d witnessed the event had clapped and whooped.
    Alma wasn’t into clapping and whooping.
    Julien had walked home, whistling a happy tune.
    Until reality set in and he realized he’d kissed Alma in public. And while she’d acted like she liked it, she’d also acted like she just maybe might kill him. Later. She probably thought he’d done it on purpose, just to show her. On purpose, to send her a message that Julien LeBlanc still had it.
    Whatever “it” was. Lately, it hadn’t been working for him. So he’d reached out to the one woman who could always make him smile even when his heart carried a big frown. So he’d kissed that woman in a moment of pure, spontaneous need.
    What if she poisoned his food?
    “You look like a nutria caught in a trap,” Tebow said as he slid into the booth across from Julien. “What’s on your mind, bro?”
    The cute waitress dropped Julien’s plate of eggs and grits in front of him then took Tebow’s order. “Bon appetit,” she said, winking at Julien.
    Julien glanced over at his friend. “Here, take a bite of these eggs.”
    Tebow shrugged and dug right in. “They’re good.”
    Julien watched his friend for any sign of distress then pulled his plate back.
    “Hey!”
    “Get your own,” he told Tebow, still looking around for Alma.
    When the girl named Mollie returned to give Julien a refill on his coffee, he asked her, “Where’s Alma today?”
    Looking surprised, the waitress held the glass coffeepot close. “She had a meeting about the festival. She’ll be in later.”
    Tebow shot the waitress a big smile then aimed his baby-blue gaze at the nametag on the girl’s T-shirt. “Thank you, Pretty Mollie.”
    Mollie gave him a look that told him to drop dead then whirled and headed away.
    “I think you just broke her heart,” he said to Julien. “And I think she just broke my heart in return.”
    “What?” Julien asked between bites. He needed to hurry.
    “Never mind.” Tebow stared longingly at the food. “I’ll just sit here and watch you eat while I starve to death from lack of love and a meal.”
    “Where’s the festival committee meeting?” Julien