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the house?” Jason asked as Marc fiddled open his laptop and got it started.
    “It’s great.”
    “I told you you’d like it.”
    “You didn’t tell me half the town would be intent on fixing me up with a waitress at Ida’s.”
    “Jeez, you should have known. It’s Potterville.”
    “Okay, shut up a minute.” Marc clicked play.
    The riff was simple and perfect, unbelievable that no one had ever done it before, but it didn’t sound like anything he’d ever heard.
    “What do you think?” Jason demanded as the last note faded away.
    Shithead. Woke up in the middle of the night with a brilliant riff and by morning had dreamed up a completely brilliant melody . “Absolutely, man. What do you have for lyrics?”
    “Eh, scrambled eggs.”
    Marc forced a laugh. Funny he should reference the original lyrics to The Beatles’ “Yesterday” when he might have just come up with another song of that caliber. In his sleep. Bastard.
    “I sent the riff to Ty, but I think he’s sleeping off last night, and Brian’s reading a book.”
    The way Jason said Brian was reading a book made it sound like Brian had taken up taxidermy and was building a squirrel army in his basement. Of course, as crazy as Brian was about Suzi’s books, he wouldn’t surface again until he’d read it twice and had a long girly chat with Suzi. He wasn’t going to be writing lyrics for a while, and if somebody didn’t shepherd Jason through the rest of this song right now, it was going to be gone.
    Alex would have to wait. Business had to come first. She’d understand.
    “Let me grab a guitar so I can noodle along.”
    Goddamn it.
    * * * *
    Alex checked the time again. Last night, on the sidewalk in front of Angela and Finn’s house, he had said he would meet her here today so they could go do something after her shift. She’d worn flats to work and stuffed the heels in her purse. She’d brought makeup to put on. If she could have stuffed a shower and a change of clothes in her bag, she would have. For him. And he didn’t show.
    Probably for the best. It was too soon after Roger for her to get into any kind of relationship.
    Even a perfect relationship with a gorgeous man who seemed to like her. At least she hadn’t told anyone he was coming today. See, it was subconscious. She’d known it wasn’t going to happen, so she’d kept it quiet to keep from being embarrassed when he dumped her. Not dumped, but lost interest after one date.
    Alex delivered meals to tables, took orders, placed them with the kitchen, refilled drinks, watched the door, checked the clock.
    God, why didn’t he come? He had seemed so interested last night.
    She hadn’t kissed him goodnight. She should have at least given him a peck on the cheek.
    Alex’s stomach knotted and she licked her lips. A good-night kiss was de rigueur, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t been wondering what his lips would taste like.
    It was for the best. She needed to get her head on straight after Roger. He was still going to be her academic advisor next year, and she needed to be able to work with him while not falling into old patterns. She’d come too far to not get her thesis approved.
    Marc might have a reason for not coming. Something could have happened to his family or one of his friends. He might have sent a text letting her know that he was running behind or that he was going to meet her someplace later. All her tables were fine for the moment so she darted to the back and grabbed her purse before ducking into a bathroom stall.
    No messages.
    Alex sunk down on the toilet and covered her face with her hands. Not only was she Typhoid Mary, spreading marital distress and immune to Mr. Right, she was immune to all single men.
    This was so pathetic and melodramatic it was Byronic. She was an Eliot scholar. Alex pulled herself up and brushed her hands through her hair. Right now, the best thing for her was to be single and learn to do that well. Which meant leaving the bathroom and