Page 6 of The Matchmaker Club
The nice one opened his wallet and held out a fifty-dollar bill. “I’m sorry. He hasn’t been himself lately.”
“And what’s his usual self?”
He scratched his temple. “About the same, maybe not quite sointense.”
I refused the money. “It’s fine. We all have our days, and I wasn’t much of a server today. My mouth can get me into trouble at times.”
He smiled and placed the fifty on the table. “No, you did just fine. Not many can hold their own against him.”
“It was my pleasure.”
He laughed and held out his hand. “The name’s Jack.”
I shook it. “Nice to meet you, Jack. If you’re hungry, I can have Ernie whip you up a sandwich to go. We make a mean chicken salad around here.”
“Sounds tempting, but I really should get going. We have a house to look at later today.”
“Oh, are you moving here?”
“No, I’m the one who draws up the paperwork.”
Huh. Mr. Intensity is interested in moving here? He’d stick out worse in this town than us Reed women.
“Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
I watched as Jack got into the passenger side of a black Mercedes. Mr. Intensity shot a glance my way through the window before kicking the car into reverse and then speeding off down the road.
This sleepy town was about to wake the hell up if this man moved here… and I wasn’t so sure that was a good thing.
