She looked like an ad for sunscreen. If ads for sunscreen featured angels sent to earth to dazzle all the grubby, beer-swilling mortals.

She came up to the bar and issued a bland “Hi” to all of them. Her eyes did not linger any longer on Sawyer than on the others. Had he been expecting them to?

In addition to looking like an ad for sunscreen, she smelled like one, all sea breeze and coconut. He tried not to sniff too overtly, but he must not have succeeded because Law shot him a quizzical look.

She handed a credit card to Law. He ran it and passed over a cooked pizza. “We don’t usually do takeout, but I found these old boxes in the back. It’s too big for the pizza, so be careful it doesn’t slide around too much.”

The sight was a jolt to Sawyer’s system. Lawson’s Lager House was mostly about the lager. Though, to be fair, Law had developed a pretty impressive wine and cocktail list, too, since he’d taken over from his dad. Still, he didn’t do takeout, probably because there was no reason anyone would want to buy a frozen pizza when you could cook one at home for half the price.

These were the same pizzas Law’s dad used to run across to the hardware store for Sawyer to take home at the end of his shifts. John Lawson had probably bought the boxes just for that purpose—they were probably the same actual boxes. Like the fish that Jake’s dad used to give him, the pizzas had sustained Sawyer and Clara during some rough years. He cleared his throat.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Eve,” said Jenna Riley, who was sitting a few seats down. “But you can do a lot better than that crappy pizza. No offense, Law.”

“None taken.”

Evie smiled. “Well, I was craving pizza. I was going to run into Grand View, but my crappy car had other ideas.”

“Did you take it to my brother’s place?” Jenna asked. “He’ll sort you out.”

“Yeah, don’t take it to PartsPro out on Bluewater,” Law said. “They’ll take you for a ride.”

“Noted,” Evie said. “But it’s not really a repair. The battery is dead because I, in my infinite automotive wisdom, left the interior light on for three days. I need to call someone for a jump—does he do that?”

“I have jumper cables,” Law said, beating Sawyer to the punch—he’d been about to say the same thing. “I’ll get my truck and meet you out back in ten.”

“Wow, pizza and car resuscitation—that’s really nice. Thank you.” She transferred her attention to Jake. “And you, too. Thanks again.”

“What’s she thanking you for?” Sawyer asked as Evie left in a cloud of coconut. “And why is her hair wet, do you think?”

“She’s been swimming in the cove,” Jake said.

What? He knocked over his beer. “She’s been swimming in the cove?”

“Yep.”