“I’m not getting in the middle of you two again. I’d sooner deal with Pete’s dog.”

She laughed at him, but once he’d gone she looked toward the steps, thought of Nell, and wondered.

She made it a point to go upstairs late in the morning. Nell had already put out the salads and the soup, subtly shifting the mode toward the lunch crowd. The salads, Mia noted, looked fresh and appealing, and the scent of the soup was going to tempt anyone who walked into the store.

“How’s it going?”

“Fine. We’ve finally hit a little lull.” Nell wiped her hands on her apron. “Brisk business this morning. The muffins won the race, but the tarts came in a close second.”

“You’re officially on break,” Mia told her. “I’ll take care of anyone who comes in, unless they want something that requires the use of that monster machine.”

In the kitchen, Mia slid onto a stool, crossed her legs. “Stop by my office after your shift. We’ll get the employment forms signed.”

“Okay. I’ve been thinking about tomorrow’s menu.”

“We’ll discuss that then, too. Why don’t you get yourself a cup of coffee and relax?”

“I’m already hyped enough.” But Nell did open the fridge, removed a small bottle of water. “I’ll stick with this.”

“You’ve settled into the house all right?”

“It was easy. I can’t remember ever sleeping better, or waking better. With the windows open, I can just hear the surf. It’s like a lullaby. And did you see the sunrise this morning? Spectacular.”

“I’ll take your word for it. I tend to avoid sunrise. It insists on coming so early in the day.” She held out her hand and surprised Nell into passing the bottle of water to her for a sip. “I heard you met Zack Todd.”

“Did I?” Nell immediately picked up a cloth, began buffing the stove. “Oh. Sheriff Todd. Yes, he had coffee, black, and a blueberry muffin to go.”

“There’s been a Todd on the island for centuries, and Zachariah’s one of the best of the lot. Kind,” Mia said deliberately. “Caring, and decent without being a pain in the ass about it.”

“Is he your . . .” The word “boyfriend” just didn’t seem to apply with a woman like Mia. “Are you and he involved?”

“Romantically? No.” Mia held the bottle back out to Nell. “He’s entirely too good for me. Though I did have a mild crush on him when I was fifteen or sixteen. After all, he’s a prime specimen. You must have noticed.”

“I’m not interested in men.”

“I see. Is that what you’re running from? A man?” When Nell didn’t respond, Mia slid to her feet. “Well, if and when you’re inclined to talk about it, I’m an excellent listener, with a sympathetic ear.”