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Edie poured out her coffee into the sink, cursing under her breath. “If we don’t open, they’re only going to get louder. A headache is not on my schedule. Come on, boys. Look alive.”

We laughed at her bossiness. She was our receptionist but because of her age and demeanor, mostly because she was always right, we listened to her as we would our own mothers.

“How’s Vinny?” Lach asked, hanging his coat up. Idris wore his all the time, but with Lachlan, it was touch and go.

“He was okay. Resting still.”

My friend nodded while Idris walked to the front, probably to take the first patient. “Let’s go see if he can go home. I have a feeling this is going to be a hectic day.”

Chapter Three

Audrey

Brunch was the best invention since breakfast in my opinion.

“Are we sure about this place?” I asked since the night before, Charlotte had texted me with an address for a new place to go.

“I’m sure. It’s a hidden gem from what Jack’s mom told me.”

Jack was her mate, and his mom was the best mother-in-law in the world according to my best friend.

“I’m so glad you don’t have a terror-in-law like some people.”

We stood in front of the unassuming white-painted brick building that, from the outside, looked more like a place you got car insurance than eggs Benedict. No cars parked outside, even though there were plenty of spots. No movement inside that I could see.

I had to admit, I was nervous. Looking forward to a great meal and then having it taste like crap was the worst.

“I don’t. She’s actually the best.” Charlotte puffed her chest out a bit. “That’s why I trust her on this place.”

“Let’s give it a shot, then.”

We went inside and I was struck by the smell of baked goods, omelets, and sourdough. Didn’t matter if this place was in a bank building, they were clearly cooking up amazing fare.

“Good morning,” a plump woman said as she came out of the kitchen. She had an apron on, and her silver hair was piled on top of her head in a bun. “Pick a seat. Everyone else is late today, it seems.”

We chose a table near the window and sat down while Ruth, as her name tag said, served us hot coffee.

“What do you recommend?” I asked, seeing that she hadn’t handed us a menu.

“We have a unique way of doing things here, darlin’. We bring you a sampling of everything and then you can order what you like most. Or all of it all over again. We never make the same thing twice in a row, so each Saturday is a surprise.”

Charlotte and I shared a smile. This lady was speaking my language.

“That sounds amazing.”

Ruth winked. “I’m assuming you two want mimosas, but only after round one. I insist.”

I put my hands, palms out, in the air. “You’re the boss, Ruth. Teach us your ways.”

The woman walked off, giggling like a young woman.

“Okay. Jack’s mom was on to something. I admit it.”

Charlotte nodded. “Jack is the best. I was thinking maybe he had a friend that you would be interested in.”

“Come on, Charlotte. We’re having a good time here. Why ruin it with talk of boys?”

“I’m serious, Audrey.” She put her hand over mine. “I know you want a mate.”

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