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“We all wear multiple hats around here. Liz works at the VFW and waits on tables at Jane’s three days a week. Doug does odd jobs. And the mayor thing really isn’t a big deal. It’s mostly town hall meetings.”

“For what?”

I snorted, picking up a cracker. “For me to resolve petty squabbles.”

“Like?”

I chewed and swallowed. “Well, like telling the Lutsens they can’t have chickens on the roof of the barbershop because the feathers are blowing into the candy store across the street. Barking dog complaints, judging the butter carving contest in Doug’s barn on Halloween. You know, important stuff like that.”

She laughed.

I took a sip of hot chocolate. “So are you going to tell me what you do for a living?”

She gave me hooded eyes. “I mean, isn’t it more fun if I’m mysterious?”

“I think it’s more fun if I get to know you.”

She twisted her lips.

She didn’t want to tell me.

“Is there something nefarious you think I’m going to do with this information?” I teased.

She tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’m in the family business.”

“Which is…”

“How about I give you three guesses.”

I smiled. “Okay. And what do I get if I guess right?”

She arched a playful eyebrow. “What do you want?”

“I want you to come back next weekend.”

She gave me an amused smile. “Okay,” she said. “You have a deal.”

I rubbed my hands together. “Do I get any questions before I guess?”

She shook her head. “Nope. You have to go in cold.”

Crap. This was going to be hard. I tried to think of the little I knew about her. She was polished and elegant. Smart. My guess was a white-collar job. She obviously came from money, so she probably made a lot, whatever she did.

“A lawyer,” I said.

She tilted her head. “Do I seem like someone who negotiates for a living?”

“You hustled Doug,” I pointed out.

She laughed. “No. Not a lawyer.”

“CEO.”

“Nope.”

“Damn,” I whispered.

“That’s two,” she said, smiling. “One more.”