promised to give her more details about the story she had come for as soon as she had more to tell her. She also checked in with Ray to let him know she had arrived, and then she sat back and sipped from her glass of iced water.
When Ginny returned with her order, Tammie realized she was ravenous and took a healthy bite. “Mmmm, this is delicious!” Tammie was surprised at how good it was and dabbed at her lips delicately, as she chewed. She poured ketchup into the plate next to the fries, picked one up, and dipped it in, before consuming it. Ginny went away to serve another table while she ate, and Tammie enjoyed the simple meal.
By the time she was finishing the fries, Ginny came back and sat across from her. “So, what do you want to know?” she asked Tammie, her eyes bright and inquisitive.
“Well, tell me what happened, for starters,” Tammie invited her and then added, “I hope you don’t mind if I record you. It’s easier since I’m eating. When I’m done, I can transcribe it.”
Ginny didn’t seem to mind and began immediately to tell her how three weeks ago the mayor’s grandson, Toby, was out with Lex—as Alexander Cole was known around town—helping him mend fences on his granddad’s property. The mayor was recovering from triple bypass surgery and couldn’t lend a hand himself, so some of the guys had chipped in to help him. All the little kids love Lex, so Toby was happy to be helping him pull the switch to unroll the wire for Lex to stretch between the posts.
“Why wasn’t he with his dad?” Tammie interrupted her with the question. It seemed odd to her that the boy wouldn’t have been helping his father, who was the mayor’s son, instead of a family friend.
Ginny looked puzzled for a moment then smiled. “Oh, no dad. Toby is the mayor’s daughter’s son. His dad was killed in Iraq.”
“Oh.” Tammie filed that bit of information away for later reflection. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
Ginny shook her head sadly and then continued. “Lex had just nailed in the fencing when he heard a sound and looked round in time to see Toby facing off a wolf. The kid was trying to get into the cab of the truck, and Lex managed to get to him just as the wolf attacked. It slammed into the window and shattered the glass. Toby got a shard in his arm—and some fragments on his face and legs.”
“How did he manage to escape without being mauled?” Tammie wanted to know.
“He did get bitten, but Lex made a noise to distract the creature and gave Toby time to get into the truck before he was badly hurt. However, I guess it was in midair or whatever and slammed into the window as Toby was winding it up.”
“He’s a lucky boy, isn’t he?” Tammie commented. “How old is he?”
“He’s eleven.” Ginny stood up. “I need to get going again. New customers.”
Tammie watched her go and then observed the men who trailed in after each other. They were a noisy bunch, about five of them, and they looked like they had been on a construction site. They all passed by the table almost at the front of the diner and said hello to the person whom Tammie assumed was the manager. They walked by the last table in the rear and sat across from it. Tammie cast her eyes at the three men sitting there, one of them giving the new group the once over.
He was a tall man. Really, really tall, Tammie estimated—if the long legs he had tucked up under the table were anything to go by. Plus, his shoulders were ridiculously wide. A description of the hero in the romance novel she had been reading came to mind, and she snorted inwardly. Real people did not look like alpha males in romance novels. But his profile was striking, to say the least, and she found it hard to tear her gaze away from him, once she saw him.
He spoke to the new arrivals, and they all chuckled. Then, they turned to view their menus while he went back to his conversation. The