The bartender set down a bowl along with a napkin and utensils, then stood there awaiting her. He held the chair for her. Close up, she saw how big a guy he was-over six feet and broad-shouldered. "Miserable weather for your first night in Virgin River," he said pleasantly. "Miss Melinda Monroe, this is Jack Sheridan. Jack, Miss Monroe." Mel felt the urge to correct them-tell them it was Mrs. But she didn't because she didn't want to explain that there was no longer a Mr. Monroe, a Dr. Monroe in fact. So she said, "Pleased to meet you. Thank you," she added, accepting the stew. "This is a beautiful place, when the weather cooperates," he said. "I'm sure it is," she muttered, not looking at him. "You should give it a day or two," he suggested. She dipped her spoon into the stew and gave it a taste. He hovered near the table for a moment. Then she looked up at him and said in some surprise, "This is delicious." "Squirrel," he said. She choked. "Just kidding," he said, grinning at her. "Beef. Corn fed." "Forgive me if my sense of humor is a bit off," she replied irritably. "It's been a long and rather arduous day." "Has it now?" he said. "Good thing I got the cork out of the Remy, then.
( Robyn Carr )
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