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it wouldn't hurt to stir the pot.
He went into the bedroom to retrieve his memo book and found the maid, her arms full of fresh linen, staring at the framed photograph of Helen.
"Is there a problem?"
"What?" She flushed. "No, sir. I'm sorry."
She moved quickly to make the bed.
"You were looking at this photograph very intently. Why is that?"
"She's a lovely woman." His voice was sending skitters up her spine. She wanted to get the suite clean and get out.
"Yes, she is. My wife, Helen. The way you looked at the photograph, I thought perhaps you might have met her at some time or other."
"Oh, no, sir, I doubt it. It's just that she reminded me of someone."
He had to consciously stop his teeth from grinding. "Oh?"
"She really looks a lot like Nell-except Nell doesn't have all that beautiful hair or that look of... I don't know, polish, I guess you'd say."
"Really?" His blood began to sizzle, but he kept his voice mild now, almost friendly. "That's interesting. My wife would be fascinated to know there's a woman who looks that much like her."
Nell. Helen's mother had called her Nell. A simple, inelegant name. He had always disliked it.
"Does she live on the island, this Nell?"
"Oh, sure. She's lived here since early summer, in the yellow cottage. Runs the cafe at the bookstore-does catering, too. Cooks like a dream. You should try the cafe for lunch. There's a soup-and-sandwich special every day, and you can't beat it."
"I might do that," he said, very softly.
***
Nell strolled through the back door of Cafe Book, called out a casual greeting to Lulu, then continued upstairs.
Once she was there, she moved like lightning.
Just under two minutes later, she called down in a voice she tried to infuse with frustrated apology. "Mia, I'm sorry, but could you come up here a minute?"
"Ought to be able to set up on her own by now," Lulu mumbled and earned a slanted look from the boss.
"You ought to be able to give her a break by now," Mia returned and started upstairs.
Nell stood by one of the cafe tables, where a pretty frosted cake glittered under the lighted birthday candles. Also on the table were a small wrapped box and three flutes frothy with mimosas.
"Happy birthday."
The sweetness of the gesture made up for being caught off guard, as she rarely was. Mia's smile bloomed-absolute delight. "Thank you. Cake?" She lifted a brow as she picked up a flute. "Mimosas, and presents. It almost makes it worth turning thirty."
"Thirty." Coming up behind her, Lulu snorted. "Still a baby. When you hit fifty, we'll talk." She held out another wrapped box, a larger one. "Happy birthday."
"Thanks. Well, what first?"
"Wish first," Nell ordered, "and blow out the candles."
It had been a long time since she'd made anything as simple as a wish, but she did so now, then swept her breath over the candles.
"You have to cut the first piece." Nell handed her a cake knife.
"All right. Then I want my presents." Mia cut, then picked up the large box and tore in.
The throw was soft as water, the color of midnight sky. Scattered over it were the symbols of the zodiac. "Oh, Lu, it's fabulous!"
"Keep you warm."
"It's beautiful." Nell stroked the throw. "I tried to imagine it when Lulu described it, but it's so much more."
"Thank you." Mia turned, rubbed her cheek over Lulu's before kissing it.
Though pleased color pinched Lulu's cheeks, she waved Mia away. "Go on, open Nell's before she bursts."
"It's just that they made me think of you," Nell began as Mia set the throw aside to open the little box. Inside were earrings, a dangle of silver stars twinkling against tiny globes of moonstone.
"They're wonderful." Mia held them up to the light before she kissed Nell. "And perfect, particularly today," she added, holding out her arms.
She was wearing black again, but the sleek sweep of the dress was picked out in tiny silver stars and moons. "I couldn't resist it for Halloween, and now these..." She made quick work of slipping off the earrings she'd put on that morning and replacing them with Nell's. "Just top it off."
"Okay, then." Lulu raised her glass. "To hitting the big three-oh."
"Oh, Lulu, don't spoil it." But Mia laughed as she clicked glasses. "I want cake." She lifted her little silver watch that dangled from one of her chains. "We're going to open just a few minutes late today."
***
It wasn't difficult to find the yellow cottage. Evan drove past it, slowing