ears, he smiled and told her again he was on his way.
* * *
After making sure Seth got upstairs unseen, Lisa tied on a clean apron and pushed through one of the swinging kitchen doors into the diner. Way over capacity, the place was crammed wall to wall with busybodies who weren’t even pretending they were there for any reason other than to gawk at Seth. Plastering a smile on her face, she grabbed an armload of menus and waded into the crush. If she played this right, she’d make enough in tips this week to cover her rent.
Or a few moonlit boat rides up the Thames, she thought with a grin.
“Lisa!”
She turned to find Priscilla Fairman waving to her from a corner table, where she sat with friends. Going on eighty-five, the petite, frail-looking woman had been the head of the Harland Ladies’ League for the past forty years. Not to mention the town’s gossip mill began and ended with her. If it was worth knowing, Priscilla knew about it. And made sure it was spread around at light speed.
“How are you today, ladies?” Lisa asked, handing each woman a menu. “Would you like to start off with some of our candy-cane tea?”
“Actually, dear,” Priscilla replied, leaning in with an eager expression. “We’re looking for information.”
“Really?” Resting a hand on the back of a chair, Lisa faked complete brainlessness. “About what?”
“Seth Hansen, of course,” one of the others said. “We heard you were the one who called 911, so you must know what happened.”
Priscilla nodded. “When people ask, we want to make sure we have our facts straight.”
Facts had absolutely nothing to do with it, Lisa knew. They just wanted to make sure they scooped their biddy friends who were trying to eavesdrop from another table.
She’d always had a soft spot for the Fairmans, so Lisa asked, “What would you like to know?”
“Did Seth really pull the roof off Pastor Charles?”
“A good chunk of it.”
Dressed head to toe in classic Chanel, Helen Witteridge fanned herself with her hand. “Oh, my.”
Lisa couldn’t keep back a grin. Widowed four times, Helen prided herself on being a connoisseur of men. If Seth gave her the vapors, Lisa could only imagine the effect he’d have on the rest of the women in town. Of course, he’d have to come out of hiding first.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “He’s pretty strong.”
She knew that for herself, having felt that strength when he shielded her from the storm. That sense of being completely safe crept into the front of her mind, and she did her best to ignore it. There was no sense in getting all gooey over Seth. There was a lot of baggage with that one, and Lisa liked her relationships simple. It made it easier to wiggle free when things had run their course and she wanted to move on. Besides, she was going to Europe in a few months. She had every intention of enjoying her foreign adventure to the fullest.
She took the ladies’ orders while they peppered her with more questions. She answered them as truthfully as she could without making Seth sound like Superman. Because, having seen it with her own eyes, she couldn’t blame anyone for making that mistake. What he’d done was astounding.
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