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steps of the stage as they were starting to go up. “I just remembered that I have a super early staff meeting tomorrow morning I need to prep for. I’ll have to take a rain check. Sorry.”
    Bob blinked and looked at Paul. “Must be a very early meeting. See you Wednesday, then.”
    They passed Paul and got up on the stage just as Adrian closed the zipper on the electric piano case. Celeste stood off to the side, talking on her cell phone.
    â€œCeleste’s mother needs some help moving some furniture. I’m sorry, we can’t go after all.”
    Bob’s eyes narrowed. “On Sunday night? This just came up now? ”
    Adrian shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry. See you Wednesday.”
    Bob rested his fists on his hips as Adrian carried off the electric piano. Celeste tucked her phone into her purse, picked up Adrian’s guitar case, waved, and also walked off the stage.
    â€œIf I didn’t know better…” Bob muttered. He turned to Georgette. “I guess that means it’s just you and me. Still want to go out for coffee and a donut?”
    Georgette’s foolish heart fluttered. While she’d certainly enjoyed working with him, she had also learned in casual conversation that Bob was single. Very single. Besides, she would have been stupid if she couldn’t recognize the way people in the church did a double-take at seeing Bob at church with a woman.
    She also had her suspicions about why Bob’s friends had suddenly changed their minds about joining them for coffee.
    Going out with Bob away from a work setting wasn’t smart.
    Georgette looked up into his eyes and cleared her throat.
    â€œYes.”

Chapter Four
    B ob unlocked the door to the lobby promptly at 7:00 am, punched in the alarm code, then headed straight for the coffee machine.
    He couldn’t remember the last time he’d needed coffee so badly.
    At first he’d been a little nervous about going to the twenty-four-hour donut shop with George alone, but today he had no regrets. They’d talked, they’d laughed and they’d talked some more. It was well after midnight by the time they’d realized they both should have been home asleep. Bob couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so tired after a weekend, but he also couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself so much.
    It told him it had been too long since he’d set the worries of the business aside, and gone out to do something just because it was fun. Now that he had help in the shop, he could look forward to trying some new things.
    People started coming in before the coffee was ready, dropping off their cars on the way to work.
    Bart arrived as usual at seven-thirty and George arrived with enough time to run into the washroom, change and be at her station for eight o’clock.
    Bob shook his head. He had no idea why she did such a thing, but he had to admit he enjoyed watching her run by before she re-emerged in the shapeless coveralls.
    When the washroom door opened, Bob had her coffee poured, complete with double cream and no sugar.
    â€œThanks, Bob,” she mumbled as she closed her eyes to take her first slow, luxurious sip, then sighed. “What’s lined up for today?”
    â€œAbout the same, nothing critical. We’ll get the morning rush caught up, then you can get back to the bookkeeping.”
    â€œOkay.” She nodded, then took a bigger sip of the hot coffee. “The way you’ve got me splitting my duties is working really well. I’m making good progress.”
    Bob smiled. He was pleased with how fast she was getting everything organized, and Adrian would be even more pleased. “Great. We’ve got the usual tune-ups lined up for the morning, but after lunch I’ve got some bigger jobs for you.”
    He started to go over the row of work orders pinned to the board with George when the electronic chime for the door sounded.
    They