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“I’m free now, if you are. I hear the Pot Belly Deli has an excellent selection of coffees and teas.”
    â€œYou mean now? As in right now?”
    â€œIf it’s convenient. We can walk down the hill. It’s not far.” At least she hadn’t immediately turned him down—that was encouraging.
    â€œPerhaps another time,” she said after a long moment.
    â€œSure, whenever.” He shrugged off her rejection.
    â€œI’ll call you,” she said next, as if to suggest she’d prefer it if
he
didn’t call
her.
    Okay, on to plan B. “I had some news regarding Shaw,” he told her, hoping to give her extra incentive to accept his invitation.
    â€œReally.”
    Her interest was piqued, he could see. That was good. He hated to resort to manipulation but she wasn’t leaving him a lot of options. In the past, he’d rarely had to be so blatant.
    â€œI had another talk with the friend who looked at Shaw’s work.” Will didn’t offer any more information than that. Nor was he disposed to do so. If she wanted an update, she’d have to meet him for coffee.
    With the check in her hand, she waited for an awkwardminute or two, and when the information regarding Shaw wasn’t forthcoming, she made her excuses.
    â€œI’ll see you to the door,” Will said, walking beside her.
    â€œYou don’t need to do that.”
    He was tempted to extend the conversation, delay her parting. He could bring up any number of topics she’d find relevant or interesting. However, he said nothing.
    â€œThank you again,” she murmured as she stepped into the darkening afternoon.
    â€œYou’re welcome.” Will closed the door and locked it behind her, knowing she’d hear the turn of the lock. That was intentional. He didn’t want her to think he was begging or that he was desperate for her company. And yet, it was increasingly how he felt. She intrigued and attracted him and he felt intuitively that they could be good for each other. And, he had to acknowledge with a hint of shame, he wasn’t immune to the thrill of the chase.
    Briefly he wondered if something was holding Shirley back—some gossip she’d heard about him. He frowned. He didn’t think Grace Harding had mentioned their Internet relationship. His sister wouldn’t have, either. No, that couldn’t be it.
    What had happened with Grace was regrettable. Little did Will know then that within a few years he’d be returning to live in Cedar Cove. That whole situation, which had begun as a mild flirtation via the Internet, had become extremely unpleasant, and he was happy to put it behind him. He’d been genuinely fond of Grace, still was. Her husband was a nice guy—and not someone he wanted to cross. He was glad her marriage had worked out. Besides, he didn’t believe in fouling his own nest, so to speak.
    Will turned off the gallery showroom lights and wentupstairs to his small apartment. He’d made the transition from his previous apartment to the space above the gallery because he’d found someone to sublet the place he’d first rented. Mack, the son of P.I. Roy McAfee down the street, had recently joined the Cedar Cove fire department, so the timing was perfect.
    His residence in the gallery still needed plenty of work, but it was adequate for now. Sighing, he decided to relax with a glass of wine. He had no idea how long he’d been sitting in front of the television when the phone rang, jolting him out of his stupor.
    Caller ID informed him it was Shirley Bliss.
    With a knowing smile, he muted the volume on the TV and reached for the receiver. “Hello, Shirley.”
    â€œMr. Jefferson.”
    â€œPlease call me Will.”
    â€œAll right, Will… Is that invitation for coffee still open?”
    â€œSure.” He tried not to reveal how pleased he was to hear from her.
    â€œGreat.” She sounded anxious