coffee, buying time to think of something. âThat you leave wet towels on the bed.â
âYou wouldnât.â
âI could, so donât push your luck.â
âSo what time is your meeting with Noah? â
Her brotherâs sarcasm wasnât lost on her. But she needed to choose her words carefully, or risk heightening his belief that her interest in Noah was more than strictly business.
Pouring Lucky Charms into a bowl, Billie said, âAre these a regular item on your grocery list? Because I havenât had them since I was ten years old. Eight, even.â
âNice try, but Iâm not that easily distracted. But donât worry. I know when to back off.â
She didnât intend to give him a chance to prove it. Billie carried the cereal bowl to her room, and before closing the door, hollered, âIâm going to take a shower, so donât run the hot water, okay?â
When she returned to the kitchen, the note propped against the salt and pepper shakers on the table said, âAppointment with Realtor. Back by suppertime.â
Sheâd known he wouldnât stay with her permanently, but this visible proof of it tugged at her heartstrings. Tossing the note into the trash can, Billie grabbed the file folder containing her proposal for Noahâs website, locked up and headed toward Ikeâs Bikes. Her ankle hadnât felt this good since that day on the trail, and she decided to walk to the shop. While waiting to cross Main Street, she heard someone call her name. Turning, she saw her next-door neighbor jogging up behind her.
When he caught up, she said, âIâm not speaking to you, Bud Kirk. You made bacon and didnât invite me over.â
âYou smelled it, all the way from your place?â
âThatâs the price we pay for having back doors that are twenty feet apart.â
âThat, and a northerly wind.â
âSo how are things, Bud?â
âThatâs one of the reasons Iâm glad I ran into you this morning.â He looked uncharacteristically serious.
âI just thought you had a right to know...that young fella whoâs staying with you had company the other day. Tall, good-looking brunette.â
âThat young fella is my brother. Troy has had a run of bad luck lately, so heâs staying with me until he can figure things out.â She remembered the note Troy had left on the table this morning. âThe woman is probably his real estate agent.â
âYour brother. No kiddinâ?â Bud took a moment to process the information. âNever would have guessed it. I didnât see any resemblance.â
âPeople say that all the time,â she agreed. âWhat was the other thing you wanted to tell me?â
âIâm having a little procedure next week, and wondered if youâd keep an eye on Inky for me, feed the fish, water the plants.â
âWhat kind of procedure?â
âDoc wants to install a couple stents in me. Says itâs no big deal...unless I donât cooperate.â He winked. âThatâs why the bacon. My last hurrah, yâknow?â
âIâm happy to take care of things for you.â
A horn blared and a driver bellowed, âYo! Buddy boy! How goes it!â
Billie didnât recognize the man, but Bud did. No surprise there. He knew just about everyone in town...and every bit of juicy gossip about them, too.
âIt goes,â Bud yelled back. He faced Billie again. âSo where are you headed, all dressed up?â
Sheâd worn a simple coral sheath and matching sweater with black ballet flats. It must have been the silver hoop earrings and bracelet that made the outfit seem dressy. Either that or heâd grown accustomed to seeing her in jeans and khakis.
âIâm meeting with the owner of Ikeâs Bikes.â She glanced across the street and saw Noah through the shopâs huge window, leaning