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striped ankle socks and then my black leather boots. ‘Shit kickers, just for you, Nan!’ I yelled to my empty house. Hey, until I got a dog or a cat or a boyfriend, I’d talk to my grandmother all I wanted. Probably after that, too.
    I didn’t even let myself analyse it when I pulled on Shepherd’s hoodie, zipped it up against the wind. The rain had stopped but the fall wind continued to rage. I pushed my face to the soft cotton and inhaled the scent of him. Wood shavings, cold air, leather, and whatever his signature Shepherd scent was. It was all there trapped in the fabric, a dizzying mélange that went to my head and my pussy. Calling up memories of that big man on his knees, his dark serious eyes studying me intently, his mouth knowing where to go instinctively.
    I blew out a shaky breath and tried to calm my thumping heart. ‘Good lord. Go to work,’ I told myself.
    The Grenada spat gravel as I headed out to Irv’s. I would be on time for my first shift.
    Irv hadn’t been kidding. The place was mobbed even though I was just walking in. ‘Am I late?’ I gasped taking off Shepherd’s hoodie and tucking it carefully in my oversized purse. I put it inside the office where Irv pointed.
    ‘Nah. It was just raining buckets. I opened up a few minutes early so folks could stay dry.’ He pointed to the board. ‘Specials. Order window’s there. Here’s your pad. Waitresses pull their own drinks but everything else is kitchen. I’m the cashier so that’s covered.’
    ‘I thought I was hostessing,’ I said, trying not to laugh.
    He rolled his eyes at me and patted his bald head. ‘Enh. What can I say, with the weather being what it is and Delores is out again. You are her tonight, got it?’
    ‘No problem,’ I giggled. ‘I was joking. Breathe, Mr Lieberman.’
    ‘Irv!’ he corrected. ‘And you’re a good egg, just like my Virginia,’ he said.
    I cocked an eyebrow at him. ‘Your Virginia?’
    He blushed and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. He looked ready to burst into flames. ‘Hush, no pestering an old man.’
    ‘So did you and my grandmother ever–’
    ‘Oh, look! A customer!’ He pointed me toward them and scurried away.
    I was going to like it here.

Chapter Six
    He came in at about nine o’clock and stood out like nobody’s business. Beautiful in a nearly fragile way. Soft brown hair shot with gold fell to his jaw line. Big blue-green eyes below full lashes that put most women to shame. Black jeans, blue button-down shirt, a loosely knotted red tie, a striped vest and well-worn brown Doc Martens on his feet. He did a double take when he saw me, gave me a half smile that made me curious.
    I looked away, suddenly flustered. Was Allister Lake a magnet for oddly attractive men or was I just on some mission to start a whole new life, between my legs and otherwise.
    ‘That’s your table. You trying to wait on him with your psychic powers?’ Irv was smiling at me.
    I snorted, quickly covered my nose and shook my head. ‘Sorry,’ I said and hurried over.
    ‘Hi, there. I’m Tuesday, what can I get you to drink?’ My tongue felt too big and my brain too small. Plus I had the most bizarre sensation of déjà vu when I looked at him. Like I’d met him before.
    ‘Tuesday. Like Wells?’ His eyes were shiny and kind. His demeanour friendly but subtle. He seemed like the kind of man who thought about everything that was said to him. And then thought carefully about what he wanted to say in response.
    ‘Like Cane.’ I smiled.
    ‘Ah, I was close. Was it your grandmother who just passed?’
    Had everyone known Nan? Then I considered the size of Allister Lake proper and even the small surrounding town, and I realised they probably had.
    ‘Yep. She did. That’s me … her granddaughter’ I walled off the wave of grief and smiled at him. The door opened and the bell jingled and Irv cleared his throat and I leaned in,’ I’m sorry, but it’s my first night, we’re super busy