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“So what’s today about?”

“He’s coming to talk marketing for our joint venture.”

“Joint venture.” Linus smirked. “Nowthatsounds sexy.”

“Don’t be a middle schooler.”

Linus’s phone dinged.

“Is that the dining room table lady?” If it was, they might be able to send Oliver to pick it up.

“No. It’s better.” He looked up at her. “My friend Charles, in P-town, says Dahlia Fisk is on the Cape for the week.”

“The food critic?”

“The one from theBoston GlobeI’ve been telling you about. Charles met her at a cocktail party. She hinted there are three new restaurants she’s reviewing on the Cape.”

“Provincetown is an hour away and teeming with restaurants,” Holly reminded, waving Linus’s excitement away.

“No. She specifically mentioned she was looking forward to relaxing for a few days on Hardings Beach.”

“That’s here. In Chatham. Do you think…”

“Now you’re listening.”

Holly’s mind raced. Dahlia reviewed new restaurants. There were countless restaurants in Chatham, but only a few new ones she could think of. “Do you think she saw our feature inChatham Livingmagazine?”

“Who knows? Maybe she heard about us from a guest.”

“Maybe she saw one of Sissy’s posts.”

Holly grabbed Linus’s hands. “We can’t get our hopes up.”

“No.”

“Should we tell Greta?”

“Definitely no.”

“Why not?” Holly pressed. “She’s amazing and she deserves a heads-up if this is happening.”

“She is amazing, and she’s been amazingly all over the place lately.”

“Which is exactly why we should tell her.”

“It will only stress her out more. Don’t tell her.”

“Yeah, don’t tell her.” Ben stood in the doorway, a playful look on his face. “Sorry. I was told to look for you back here.” Then, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, by the way.”

“Ask him,” Linus said, standing and gathering his laptop and notes. To Ben he gave his best smile. “Maybe she’ll listen to you.”

Leave it to Linus to invite everyone else into her business.

Ben joined her at the desk. “Should I even ask what that was about?”

“That was Linus being Linus. Have a seat.”

But he didn’t. She watched as Ben walked over to the big glass window. “Wow, I almost forgot about this room,” he said, looking out. “We used to play hide-and-seek in here.”