“And I keep telling her,” Maya said, “it doesn’t matter if they know you. You’re not going to make your best impression when you’re a two-dimensional image on a computer screen. You need to demonstrate that you’re taking this seriously.”

As much as he wanted to schedule that unhurried yet meaningless sex for as soon as possible…“She’s not wrong, Evie. If you really want this job, you should show them that.”

Did she really want this job? Was there any chance she didn’t?

She looked at him for a long moment. Blinked. Turned to Maya. “You’re right.”

Damn.

“And I haven’t seen my parents since Christmas,” Evie said. “And Hot Docs is going on.”

“Hot Docs?” he asked. “Sounds like medical porn.”

Her lips quirked. “Documentaries. It’s a film festival. I was reading the listings kind of wistfully the other day.” She nodded decisively. “Yep. I’ll stay the weekend in Toronto. It will be good to go home for a few days.”

Home. There was that word again. Sawyer swallowed the protest rising in his throat. This was good. It was a well-timed reminder that her life—her parents, her dream job—was in Toronto.

Also, Sawyer had never in his life seen a documentary.

He clapped his hands. “Great. Is there anything I can do while you’re gone? You wanted to talk about flooring?”

She looked at him for what felt like a long time. Finally she sighed. “Yes. I saw the Bluewater Flooring truck at Curl Up and Dye.”

“Carol is having the floors in the apartment upstairs refinished,” Maya said. “She’s staying with CJ temporarily.”

“Right, but the dude from Bluewater Flooring told me he wasn’t taking any work in Moonflower Bay until at least July. The actual flooring has been here for months, but every time I ask him, he says he’s too backed up with work in Grand View.”

Well, that got Sawyer’s dander up. As much as he wanted to lay himself at her feet and beg her to stay forever, it annoyed the hell out of him that people were playing her like that. He cracked his knuckles. “We’ll just see about that.”

Toronto was fun. It was like being on vacation, which was a little weird, because Eve had spent her whole life there. It probably just felt like a holiday because she didn’t have to work and therefore didn’t have to fight the rush-hour crowds on the subway.

She did a lot of texting with people from Moonflower Bay. Maya was aflutter about the casting for Richard III. I got a grant, so I could bring in a B-list Toronto actor for the lead. I do that sometimes. What do you think of this guy?

A series of pictures came through.

Eve: He seems fine?

Maya: But just fine, right? He’s not blowing you away.