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Another dime? That wasn’t there last night. I studied the silver coin in the moonlight. Is this a “souvenir” from my dream or a message?
A half hour later, as Luke helped carry my bags to the truck, I showed him. “Looks like you’re not the only one finding dimes.”
“We should start a collection.” He broke a smile.
“Think they mean anything?”
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Luke punched in the cabin keypad’s keys, then opened the door. “The code’s nineteen, nineteen.”
“The same year as the Mercury dime.” She flashed a grin. “Did you program that number?”
“That’s the preset code, but I can change it if you like.”
“Nope. This one, I can’t forget.”
“Good point.” He studied her in the cabin’s surroundings. Seems right. “Want to get settled or have breakfast first?”
“This is a working partnership, right?” Her eyes twinkling, she dimpled. “I can unpack later. Why don’t we eat and then start pruning?”
“I like your work ethic.” A coin gleamed from beneath the table, and he stooped to retrieve it. “Another dime…”
“This isn’t random.”
“One is an accident, two a coincidence, and three a pattern, but counting yours, four dimes are proof.”
“Someone is trying to tell us something, but what?” She caught his gaze.
“And who?”
Chapter 8
When we broke for lunch, I followed him into his kitchen, glancing at the faux-brick backsplash and track-lit granite countertops.
“Are frozen burgers okay?” His head in the mini fridge’s freezer section, he spoke over his shoulder.
“Absolutely, can I help?”
“Nope, I’ll just nuke ’em.”
I pulled up a stool at the breakfast bar.
“Want the radio on?”
“It’s up to you.” Feeling like a visitor, I shrugged, unwilling to express a preference.
He pushed the button, and a country song twanged on the radio.
“A two-step.” His face lit up. “And you’ll be in town Friday. Interested in kicking up your heels?”
“I don’t know.” I wrinkled my nose. “I never really learned how to dance.”
“I’d be happy to teach you.” His dark eyes flickering, he held my gaze a beat too long.
I bet you would. A hot flash made me shrug off my sweater. “Thanks, but we’re keeping this arrangement strictly business, right?”
As he sliced the tomatoes, a slow smile warmed his face. “True, but nothing says business associates can’t socialize.”
