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BELLE’S eagle eye didn’t miss a thing, either.

“Did you meet a man at O’Malley’s the other night, darlin’?” Belle asked the second Callie walked into work the next morning.

Callie avoided her boss’s inquisitive gaze by flipping through a stack of mail. “Are you all in on some big conspiracy?” Callie laughed. “He was an old friend, nothing more.”

“Uh-huh,” Belle said, the lilt in her Southern accent making it clear she didn’t believe Callie one bit and already heard it all from the other women. “Well, when this man you didn’t meet calls again looking for you, what should I tell him?”

“He called here?”

Belle laughed and settled her ample frame onto the settee in the reception area. On a small table beside her sat a bouquet of white roses, a daily arrangement Callie made for Belle, a tribute to Belle’s late and much loved first husband Matthew. “He called twice. Wanted to know what time you came in and if you had time for lunch. That boy sounded positively smitten to me.”

Callie bit back the smile that threatened to take over her face. Already she was smiling about Jared’s call? Oh, this was so not a good sign. “What did you tell him?”

“I said I’m not your social secretary, honey, but he’s welcome to call back after ten and find out for himself. Make him do a little work and he’ll appreciate the chase all that much more.” Belle laughed.

“After ten?” Callie glanced at the clock. “Why so late?”

“My, my, that man does have you off your game today. Did you forget that Marsha Schumacher is coming in at nine to discuss the flowers for her wedding?”