The Lost Daughter Of Pigeon Hollow. Inglath Cooper
size of fanny. Increase size of breasts.”
Judy rolled her eyes. “You barely have a fanny. If you go in for that, I’ll have to ask for the complete overhaul. So what else?”
Willa pondered for a moment. “My own tab at any Barnes & Noble. Better yet, my own Barnes & Noble with unlimited iced lattes.”
Judy made a face. “I never have gotten the whole cold coffee thing.”
“Acquired taste,” Willa said.
“Apparently. So once you’ve made the plastic surgeon rich and become the queen of lattes, what else?”
Willa began lining up another row of glasses, quiet for a moment, and then said, “Go back to school, I guess.”
Judy reached for the Curel lotion bottle beneath the counter, squirted some on her hands and began rubbing it in. “Dr. Addison. I always did like the sound of that. And you know what? That one shouldn’t have to wait around for lottery winnings.”
“Yeah, well, the chances of my ever getting to med school are about as likely as my winning the lottery.”
“If it’s about money, you could always sell this place.”
“Right now, I’ll be lucky to get Katie through high school. Med school at the same time? I don’t think so.”
“You could do it,” Judy disagreed.
“Maybe someday,” Willa said, hearing the doubt in her own voice.
“Speaking of the teenage terror, did she get home okay last night?”
Willa sighed. “After midnight.”
“That girl is gonna make you old before your time.”
Willa opened another box of tea bags. “I get a time?”
“Not if you stand around waiting for it.” Judy threw Willa’s words back at her with a pointed look.
Willa knew better than to get this particular conversation started. “I’ll be in the back paying bills.”
Thirty minutes later, she closed the checkbook, defeated as always by the dwindling funds in her account. She leaned back in the desk chair and stretched. Sam lay at her feet, snoring.
Katie. Willa hadn’t let herself think about her all morning. She’d dropped her off at school without either of them saying a word to each other.
On the subject of her sister, Willa felt as if she’d been dumped out in the middle of the ocean only to discover she couldn’t swim. She simply didn’t know how to reach Katie anymore.
And if she didn’t figure something out fast, Katie would end up derailing her entire life at the age of sixteen.
The office door opened. Judy poked her head inside, her eyes wide, her smile a little giddy. “To the front, please. Two o’clock.”
“What is it?”
Judy made a fluttering gesture over her heart.
Willa gave her a look. “The last time he was a long-haul trucker with the amazing ability to forget he had a wife.”
“This is no married truck driver,” Judy said. “This is a winning lottery ticket.”
Willa shook her head, then smiled and got up from the chair. “Okay. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”
At the register, she picked up a stack of menus, straightening them. Shania Twain sang on the jukebox.
“Over there,” Judy stage-whispered.
Trying to look casual, Willa let her gaze wander to the right-hand corner of the diner. A very good-looking man sat in the booth, rubbing a thumb against a glass of iced tea, a newspaper in front of him. He wore blue jeans and a light blue polo-type shirt. His dark hair was short, and he had nice wide shoulders, well-muscled arms.
“Was I right or what?”
Willa looked back at the man. He was staring at her. Dead-on. She turned around abruptly and bumped into Judy who was holding a tray of cookies that went flying toward the ceiling. Willa and Judy both juggled for them to little avail. Most landed on the floor. They dropped to their knees behind the register, scooping up cookies and aiming them at a nearby trash can.
Judy gave Willa a smug smile. “Winning ticket, right?”
“I think I’ll just crawl back to the office now.”
Judy chuckled. “I’m sure he didn’t notice.”
They catapulted to their feet at the same time. The man stood on the other side of the register, newspaper in hand.
“Ah, sorry,” Judy said, looking as if she’d been hit with a stun gun. “All done?”
The man placed the check on the counter. “Yes. It was very good.”
Willa swung around and busied herself folding hand towels from the basket on the floor.
“Sure we can’t get you anything else?” Judy asked.
“No,” the man said. “Would you please tell the owner I enjoyed the meal?”
“You can tell her yourself. Willa?”
Willa turned then, a blush heating her face.
“Willa Addison,” Judy said. “She owns the place.”
“Thank you,” Willa said.
He nodded, holding her gaze for what felt like a moment too long. “You’re welcome.”
Judy handed him his change. “If you’re in town for a bit, come back again.”
“I’ll do that,” he said. He picked up his newspaper and threaded his way back through the diner and out the door.
Judy had the composure to wait until he was outside before dissolving into a puddle. “Oh, my. Oh, my, oh, my. What are you going to do if he comes back?”
“Greet him at the door in a garter belt and fishnet stockings?”
“There’s a thought,” Judy said with a big grin. “Although, he doesn’t seem the fishnet type.”
“I wouldn’t know what to do with them anyway.”
“Not like you’ve had a lot of practice.” Judy hesitated, as if considering what she was about to say. “It’s an honorable thing you’ve done, raising Katie. But does that mean you can’t have a life? A man. Your own career choice.”
“I do have a life. But until Katie is where she needs to be, the last thing I want is another personality in the picture to muddy the waters.”
Judy hitched a thumb at the front door. “Even if it comes in that package?”
“Even if.”
“And the career thing?”
“I have the diner.”
“Not a thing wrong with it if that’s what you want.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“Maybe you should be.”
“Judy—”
“Take it from me, honey, the longer you let a dream go, the less likely it is to find you again.”
Willa opened the cash register, lifted the drawer and pulled out a stack of checks and receipts, before meeting Judy’s gaze head on. “And what about your dreams, Judy?”
“It’s a little late for me on that score.”
The phone on the counter rang. Willa picked it up. “Top Shelf. Sure, Jerry. She’s right here.”
Judy took the phone, listened