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the bottles of Jameson and stacked them on the shelves. “This was all I could spare you this week. Hopefully it’ll tide you over until your shipment comes in tomorrow.”
    â€œAye, it’ll be fine,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind, but I put your usual order in. It should be ready any time.”
    â€œThanks.” Ewan was starving and could already taste the thick-cut bacon on his sandwich.
    â€œAnd I also hope you don’t mind that you’ll have some company while you eat.”
    Ewan looked at his uncle and frowned. “Company?”
    He glanced over at the windows and saw a woman sitting at his table. She was facing away from them, light brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail. She wore dark jeans that fit her lean legs to just above her ankles and a pale yellow sweater. A navy raincoat hung off the back of the chair. Her legs were crossed under the table, her top foot bouncing slowly to some silent rhythm. Her head was tilted as she looked out at the street, her hands hugging a white coffee mug.
    Ewan’s head swung back toward his uncle. “I’ll sit at the bar.”
    â€œI already told her that you’d join her. That’s why I sat her there.”
    He sighed. “Is this some sort of matchmaking shit? Has Aunt Katherine recruited you to her Find Ewan a Suitable Wife campaign?”
    His uncle laughed. “No, I wouldn’t do that to you. And anyways, I believe you already know this one.” He nodded to the table. “That’s Maura Hughes’s niece.”
    Ewan looked back at the woman. Jesus Christ, it was her. Although he’d only met her once, he recognized her. She didn’t look near as fragile as she had a couple days ago.
    â€œVery sweet girl. Never in a million years would have guessed she’d be related to Maura Hughes,” his uncle said with amusement.
    Ewan shook his head and scowled. “I don’t want company.”
    â€œDon’t be rude, son. It’s just lunch.”
    Yeah, a lunch he’d been looking forward to until now. He didn’t even know the woman, but for some reason, she bothered him. She turned her head then and looked back at the bar. Her eyes met his, and after a moment, she smiled hesitantly. In the darkness of the alley that night, he hadn’t been able to clearly see her face. Now in the light of day, he could.
    She wasn’t a classical or exotic beauty, but in some way that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, she was striking. There was a calmness in her eyes, something quiet and peaceful. Like everything was right in whatever world she lived in.
    This woman with the serene smile in no way resembled the firecracker he’d walked home the other night.
    He had two choices: be a dick and leave or try not to be a dick and have a quick lunch with her.
    It wasn’t a very hard decision.
    â€œI’ll take my lunch to go,” he grumbled to his uncle. Just as he turned to go back into the kitchen to collect his food, the door swung open and a server came out carrying two plates to the table by the window. One of those plates had his BLT on it.
    Fuck.
    He didn’t have it in him to walk over and snatch the plate up from the table and leave. And goddamn it, he wanted that fucking BLT. Resigned to his fate of having an uncomfortable lunch, he threw one last scowl at his uncle, and he slowly walked over to the table.
    â€œAnything to drink today, Ewan?” the server asked him. Even though she’d worked there for well over a year, he’d never bothered to ask her name.
    â€œWater.” His reply was flat as he sat down in his chair. The server left to retrieve his drink, leaving the two of them staring down at their plates in uncomfortable silence.
    Finally, after a minute, Quinn laughed with true amusement. “You really don’t have to eat with me. I wouldn’t be offended if you took your plate to the bar.”
    Ewan picked up his