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“To the point that it’s disruptive to your business?”

Grace twined her fingers. “I hate to say anything because Greg is such a sweet guy, but yes. It’s too much.”

Morgan’s heart plummeted. “We had a long talk. I told him maybe it’s best if they take a break from each other. He even commented he didn’t like being around her anymore. I’m guessing he’s trying to figure out what’s going on. Where is she now?”

“Inside. She’s cleaning the crystal chandeliers,” Grace said. “I was thinking maybe I could have him come by to help me with a loose kitchen cabinet…or not.”

“As far as the investigation into the hotel guest’s death, have you heard anything new?” Morgan asked.

“Not a peep from her. I mentioned it to Grady the other day. He said the investigation is still at a standstill.”

“He told me the same thing when I asked. Greg and Hailey need to resolve their relationship conundrum,” Morgan said. “Maybe it’s time to help them rip the Band-Aid off so they can both move on with their lives.”

“I agree. I can’t help but think maybe it’s not our place to interfere. On the flip side, we would be doing them a favor by forcing them to clear the air.”

“I never envisioned myself as playing ‘unmatchmaker.’”

“Me either.”

Morgan was on the fence. On the one hand, the situation was bothering Greg enough that he admitted he had doubts about their relationship. Clearly, he could see the warning signs.

Reading between the lines, Hailey had the same goal in mind but was going about it in an entirely different way by avoiding Greg, possibly hoping he would get the hint.

Setting the relationship issues aside, the current situation was affecting Grace’s business.

Morgan placed a light hand on the back of her neck. Perhaps arranging for Greg and Hailey to run into each other would put both of them out of their misery. There was only one way to find out. “I’ll send him over.”

Chapter 9

Morgan and Grace sat at the table waiting for Greg to arrive to help fix the kitchen cabinet. As promised, it was mere minutes before he knocked on the door, toolbox in hand.

Grace greeted him and promptly showed him the pesky cabinet. Working his magic, it took him only a few tries to have it closing properly.

“Thank you, Greg. I knew you would figure it out and come to my rescue. I swear, you’re a handyman extraordinaire.”

His cheeks turned a tinge of pink. “Glad I could help. Locke Pointe’s cabinets have the same problem. Tina has me in there at least once a week fixing them.”

The inn’s owner pinched her thumb and index finger together. “I have one more tiny favor, if you have a minute.”

Greg shot his boss a questioning look. Morgan nodded. “You know I don’t mind if you give Grace a hand.”

“It’s in the front.” She nudged her head toward the hallway. “The light switch screws for the foyer chandelier are stripped.”

Morgan sprang to her feet and followed her friend and employee down the hall to the front of the inn. She knew the precise second Greg spotted Hailey who was standing on a chair, feather duster in hand, dusting the crystals with her back to them.

He stopped in his tracks, tightening his grip on the toolbox’s handle. “Hailey.”

She tensed and slowly turned; a “deer-in-the-headlights” look on her face. “Greg.”

“I’ve been trying to track you down.”

“For days now,” Grace muttered under her breath.

“Yes. I…uh…have been busy, spring cleaning at the inn and all.”

“You’re not answering my calls or texts.”

She twirled the duster in her hand and bit her lower lip. “I’ve been meaning to.”