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weeks alone. At this rate, he was going to have made his way through all the single twenty-somethings in Summerville by spring break.
    “There are still plenty of cookies for you,” Maddie said, casting a fond smile in her baby brother’s direction. Maddie and Mick were only six years apart, compared to Mick and Naomi’s ten, and had a closeness that Naomi sometimes envied.
    “And you can have as many as you like,” Maddie continued, fetching another coffee cup for Mick, “since you are being such a sweetheart and working for free.”
    “He’s not working for free.” Naomi glared at Mick over the rim of her cup. “I’m paying for his groceries, and he eats like a pack animal. I think I could feed a pair of mules for less.”
    “I can’t help it. I’m a growing boy,” Mick said, grinning as he snatched a cookie and shoved it into his mouth in one big bite. He might have graduated from college, but the kid still ate like a frat boy with a Sunday morning hangover.
    “Manners, please,” Maddie said, slapping his hand when he reached for another cookie. “Swallow first and take at least two bites. I worry you’re going to choke to death when you eat them in one gulp.”
    “I wish I could eat a cookie in one gulp,” Aria said, taking a bite of her own treat. “I swear I’m so hungry lately I just want to unhinge my jaw and shovel all the food in.”
    “Like this?” Mick asked, opening his mouth so wide Naomi could see the ridged tunnel at the back of his throat, as well as the cookie still stuck in his teeth.
    “Ew! Close your mouth,” Naomi said, taking her turn to slap her little brother’s meaty shoulder. “Were you raised in a barn? Thank God Mom’s in Florida. She would be flipping out if she knew what a boor you’ve become.”
    “A boor, am I?” Mick asked in a fairly decent imitation of an English accent for a guy who had majored in computer programming. “My, aren’t you the fancy one, Miss Naomi.”
    Naomi narrowed her eyes in Mick’s direction. “I’m going to fancy you in a minute. Gulp your cookies down and get back to work, slave. Make me cabinets. I want to be able to start organizing the kitchen by next week.”
    “Speaking of organizing kitchens,” Aria said, licking melted chocolate off her finger before turning to dig through her purse. “I brought a copy of Ever After’s monthly supply budget. I know Icing won’t be doing any main courses, but I thought it would at least give us a starting point so we can figure out how much we need to budget for our first quarter.”
    “Numbers,” Maddie moaned. “My head hurts already.”
    “Mine, too,” Aria said, patting Maddie on the arm. “But it has to happen.”
    “No, it doesn’t. I can make all that pain go away, ladies,” Naomi said breezily as she slid off her stool and wandered over to the picture window overlooking Main Street. “Just say the word and Naomi Whitehouse Industries will supply that pesky start up budget, and a bookkeeper to boot.”
    “Don’t tempt me.” Maddie sighed.
    Aria said something in response, but Naomi didn’t quite catch it.
    She was too busy catching her breath.
    There, across the street, Jake Hansen was unpacking a sack lunch at a picnic table on a patch of grass to one side of the firehouse. With his dark sunglasses on and his brown hair hanging messily over his forehead, he looked like a movie star hiding from the paparazzi, and Naomi ought to know.
    She’d dated her fair share of movie stars. For a small town girl with more curves than any starlet working in Hollywood, Naomi had hooked up with a number of Hollywood elite, proving her theory that real men liked curves and also women who could cook the hell out of a coq au vin .
    She’d had a great time jet-setting to movie premiers and club openings with her string of celebrity heartthrobs, but when it finally came time to settle down, she’d chosen a perfectly ordinary real estate investor—if you considered owning half the