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made sense—they’d had less than a year together before his accident—thinking there were spirits “out there” or whatever gave Zoe the creeps. “Well, if you see her before I do, tell her we got in some new estate jewelry she might like. I’ll hold the tray until she can look it over.”
    Tish shuddered with an exaggerated shimmy. “Dead people diamonds. Almost as bad as fishing.”
    “At least the fish are real.”
    “She’s good at picking them, which is more than I can say for you and your crazy foreign prince. Although I bet he woulda given you a fake diamond if you’d said yes to his mess.”
    Waving her hand, Zoe retreated behind the counter. “I don’t need more mess.”
    With a crafty look, Tish rested her chin in her palm. “You said he was hot. Maybe you should’ve played along to get along.” She waggled her sculpted brows suggestively.
    “Hot? Yeah, I guess.” A flush rushed through her body, and Zoe blew out a hard breath between her lips as if she could douse the flames.
    There’d been a time when hot might’ve been enough, but she was done with adventuring. She rearranged the bric-a-brac on the counter to avoid looking at Tish. “Who needs crazy hot when I have these fine new additions to Mr. Evens’s meteorite collection?” She straightened a shallow box of dark gray rocks. The chunks felt too heavy for their size, and their surfaces were both deeply pitted and smooth, almost shiny. The shop’s owner had magpie taste in the wares he chose for sale, but Zoe had unloaded a few of the fragments on tourists once she added a sign saying “Get Your Own Piece of Big Sky!” When she rolled them between her fingers, she could imagine how they’d tumbled through the atmosphere, half on fire.
    Tish poked at the rocks. “Did he get these from the meteor last night?”
    Zoe lifted her brow. “Oh, you heard about that too? Some tourists were talking at the coffee shop. Must’ve been a big one.”
    “Yeah, I saw it when I was taking out the trash after closing,” Tish said.
    “What did you wish for?” Zoe asked her.
    “Wish?”
    “You know. On a falling star.”
    Tisha snorted. “You believe in that shit? You’re worse than Del.”
    Zoe shrugged. “I dunno. Isn’t it kind of fun to dream sometimes?”
    Gazing past her, Tish’s hazel eyes reflected the filtered September light. “When dreams are all you have, you mean?” She straightened, giving herself a little shake. “Then I guess I’d wish for a hot fella too. Crazy is fine as long as he treated me right.” Her pensive expression turned sly. “Maybe I’ll take your prince, you don’t want him.”
    The burst of instinctive objection welled up in Zoe’s throat. Sinclarion Jax was her crazy hot foreign prince. “Well, I saw him first,” she said airily. “But judging by all Mr. Evens’s meteorites, there’re plenty more wishes to be had.”
    Although as someone who’d been hit in the head with a brick, maybe she shouldn’t wish for more falling rocks.
    Tisha checked her watch. The mechanical movement piece was too heavy for her slender wrist, but moderns clocks and watches in Sunset Falls sometimes had trouble keeping time. “I gotta get to work,” she said. “I’m opening and closing the saloon today, but then I might take a few days up at the cabin since I have a break between renters.” She glanced at Zoe. “You think you can get a day off? If Del doesn’t have any fishing freaks scheduled, might be fun to get away. We can grill some trout while we grill the girl about what’s bugging her.”
    “Let me check with the boss. He’s been on another one of his wacky alien-hunting expeditions, so he owes me some time off.”
    They hugged, and Tisha left with her popcorn and a promise to leave the extra cabin key where Zoe and Del could find it. Since Zoe had already priced and shelved the best of the new inventory and balanced the books, she cracked open her romance novel. Mr. Evens’ Odds & Ends Shop wasn't