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lifesaver.”
    “I’m Alex. And you’re welcome.” The two men shook hands over
the bar, then Alex lifted the phone from the shelf beneath the bar and put it
in front of Oliver. “Do you need any help moving the car? Is it blocking the
road or anything?”
    Oliver shook his head. “No, thankfully. When it started
losing power I managed to steer it onto the pavement out front. So it just
looks like a really bad parking job.”
    “Well, if the recovery people need to look at it before
towing you away, you can use the car park. We won’t be busy for a while. And
hey, who knows, people might pull in just to see what’s going on!”
    Oliver laughed, his blue eyes sparkling. “Thanks again,
mate. That’s really decent of you. I’ll let you know.”
    With that, he pulled his wallet out and retrieved a credit-card-shaped
piece of cardboard, put it down next to the phone, picked up the receiver and
dialed the number from the card.
    Adele realized she’d stopped eating as her natural nosiness,
and then surprise, had caused her to stare at, and listen to, what was
happening with Oliver and his broken-down vehicle. Now she forced herself to
keep munching away at her salad, figuring that the sooner she finished, the
sooner she could scurry back into her kitchen, and the hunky lifeguard would be
none the wiser.
    After pressing a few more buttons—poor Oliver was obviously
navigating his way through an automated call system—he finally got through to
someone and relayed his problem. He told them where he was, then nodded in
response to whatever the person on the other end of the line was saying,
uttered his thanks and hung up.
    “All right, mate?” Alex said, putting the phone back in
place—he hated things being left lying around.
    “Yeah.” Oliver said, looking downcast. “They said they’ll be
here in about an hour. I’m not in a remote area and I’m not a lone woman, so I
don’t take precedence. Luckily I was just going home. I finished my shift at
work, then did a few chores. Thankfully I didn’t go food shopping, or I would
have had a bunch of stuff thawing out in the boot of the car!”
    “We’d have stored it for you,” Alex said. “Now, can I get
you a drink or something to eat while you’re waiting?”
    “You’re a gentleman, Alex. Thank you. Yeah, since I’m here,
I may as well take advantage. I’ve actually never been in here, though I’ve
heard good things. So, what can you recommend?”
    “Drinks or food?”
    “Both, please.”
    “Okay, well do you want alcohol or a soft drink?”
    “Ha. As much as I’d love something boozy to take the edge
off my car breaking down, I’d better not. So a soft drink would be great.”
    “Okay, well we’ve got all the usual stuff, fizzy drinks,
juices, mineral water…”
    “A pint of Diet Coke would be great, thanks. No ice,
please.”
    “Coming up. And as for food, you’d be better off asking my
business partner, the chef.”
    Adele froze. She should have known that was coming,
especially since she hadn’t given Alex today’s menus yet. Bollocks!
    “Great,” Oliver said, “where is he?”
    “ She,” Alex replied. “Adele’s just over there, mate.
Hey, sweetie, can you come and let this customer know what you recommend from
today’s offerings?”
    “Sure,” she muttered to herself, “I’ll just go and speak to
the man that’s embarrassed both of us today. Thanks, Alex.” Then out loud, she
replied, “Of course! I’ll just go and pop my plate away and grab the menus.”
    She moved into the kitchen as fast as she could without
looking as though she were rushing. Putting her now-empty plate and cutlery
into the dishwasher, she gripped the edge of the stainless-steel worktop and
squeezed until her hands ached. “He couldn’t have bloody well broken down when
Carlos was on, could he? No, it had to be me. Oh, come on, Adele. Might as well
face the music. Just think of him as another customer.”
    Grabbing the stack of menus, she pasted