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people were eager to tell others about their work and what they did.
    “Not really. It's actually quite boring,” Noah replied, his voice flat. Adele reappeared at our table with a fresh pot of coffee and poured us each a steaming mug. She left the carafe along with a small pitcher of cream. I eagerly added some to my coffee and poured some sugar in as well. Noah took his black.
    “You must be good at it,” I said once Adele had left.
    “Good at what?” Noah looked at me confused, his dark brows meeting in the center of his forehead.
    “Distressed properties.”
    “What makes you think I'm good at it?” His voice held no emotion, and his eyes were blank. He took a sip of his coffee.
    “Because no one who is friends with Jack Saunders would be able to do something badly.”
    Noah frowned slightly. “So you know who Jack is?”
    “My roommate adores those tabloid magazines. If she knew that 'New York's most eligible bachelor' was in town, she'd flip her lid.” I played with my coffee mug and then looked up at him. “I actually didn't even recognize him until I went home and saw him on the cover of one of her magazines. I am so out of the celebrity loop. If it hadn't been laying on her bed, I never would have made the connection.”
    “Are you going to tell her?” Noah's blue eyes searched my face.
    “Hell no.” I set my coffee cup down. “She'd go off to find him, and I'd get stuck doing all her research work!”
    Noah laughed, and his face relaxed. The light was back in his eyes. He was a good friend to worry about his buddy like that. I couldn't help but like him just a little bit more.
    “So, research work? What do you do?” Noah asked. He leaned in against the table, as if he were actually interested.
    “I'm a marine biologist.”
    “Do you work with dolphins?” Noah's eyes sparkled at the idea.
    I shook my head. “Sharks, actually.”
    “Sharks?” Noah frowned. “Like Jaws ?” he made a chomping motion with his hands, and I giggled.
    “Sharks, yes. Jaws, no. Jaws was a great white shark, and they typically don't live in the Caribbean,” I explained gently.
    Noah leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “You must not have seen Jaws Four , then.”
    “It's what inspired me to become a marine biologist!” I opened my eyes wide in mock enthusiasm, making him laugh. “It's only the worst movie ever,” I said, making a face, and he laughed harder. “I actually mostly study lemon sharks. Not great whites.”
    “Do they look like great whites?” He gave me a serious look. “Please tell me we're going to need a bigger boat.”
    I snorted a laugh, covering my mouth with my hand so I wouldn't spit out my coffee. It wasn't like anyone had never made the joke before, but when he said it, it was hilarious. It took me a second to recover and not shoot coffee out my nose.
    Adele came by then, and dropped off our food. I took a big inhale of the rising steam before diving into the scrumptious feast. This was why my wetsuit was a little tight, but it was more than worth it. Butter dripped off the fried slices of cinnamon roll. The eggs were covered in cheese, and my bacon was the prime level of crispy. Adele had made the perfect breakfast yet again.
    “Holy mother...” Noah said quietly as he chewed his first bite. “Did I die and go to Breakfast Heaven?”
    I just grinned at him and dug into my plate. We ate in companionable silence for a few minutes, the food taking both of our attention away from talking.
    “Have you ever been bit by a shark then?” Noah asked, his blue eyes concentrated entirely on my face. He pushed his empty plate away and leaned forward in his chair, honestly interested in my profession. It was wonderful to get to talk to him and not be constantly interrupted by drink orders.
    “Once, but it was a baby. I didn't even get a good scar out of it.”
    “I can't imagine being in the water with one of those monsters. They kind of freak me out a little bit.” He smiled