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the 'Hallelujah Chorus.' Then she makes him the happiest man in Saint Chris when she tells him to find her a house, too. She comes down, takes a look at the three he shows her, takes a liking to this ramshackle old Victorian on Oyster Inlet. Prime real estate again," Aubrey added. "No flies on flower lady."
    "That old blue house?" Seth asked. "Looked like a half-eaten gingerbread house? She bought that?"
    "Lock and stock." Aubrey nodded as she crunched pretzels. "Guy bought it about three years ago, snazzed it up, wanted to turn it."
    "Nothing much around there but marsh grass and thickets." But it rose over a curve of the flatland river, he remembered. That tobacco-colored water that could gleam like amber when the sun beamed through the oak and gum trees.
    "Your girl likes her privacy," Aubrey told him. "Keeps to herself. Courteous and helpful to her customers, polite, even friendly, but carefully so. She blows cool."
    "She's new here." God knew he understood what it was like to find yourself in a place, one that had just exactly what you wanted, and not be sure if you'd find your slot.
    "She's an outlander." Aubrey jerked a shoulder in a typical Quinn shrug. "She'll be new here for the next twenty years."
    "She could probably use a friend."
    "Looking to make new friends, Seth? Somebody to go chicken necking with?"
    He gestured for another beer, then leaned in until his nose bumped hers. "Maybe. Is that what you and Will do in your spare time?"
    "We skip the chicken, and just neck. But I'll take you out in the pram if you've got a hankering. I'll captain. It's been so long since you manned a sail, you'd probably capsize her."
    "Like hell. We'll go out tomorrow."
    "That's a date. And speaking of dates, your new friend just came in."
    "Who?" But he knew, even before he swiveled around on the stool. Before he scanned the evening crowd and spotted her.
    She looked sublimely out of place among the watermen with their wind-scored faces and scarred hands and the university students with their trendy shoes and baggy shirts.
    Her suit was still crisp and perfect, her face an oval of alabaster in the dull light.
    She had to know heads turned as she walked in, he thought. Women always knew. But she moved with purpose and easy grace around the stained tables and rickety chairs.
    "Classy" was Aubrey's one-word summation.
    "Oh yeah." Seth dug out money for the drinks, tossed it on the bar. "I'm ditching you, kid."
    Aubrey widened her eyes in exaggerated shock. "Color me amazed."
    "Tomorrow," he said, then leaned down to give her a quick kiss before strolling off to intercept Dru.
    She stopped by a table and began speaking to a waitress. Seth's attention was so focused on Dru it took him a moment to recognize the other woman.
    Terri Hardgrove. Blond, sulky and built. They'd dated for a couple of memorable months during his junior year of high school. It had not ended well, Seth recalled and nearly detoured just to avoid the confrontation.
    Instead he tried an easy smile and kept going until he caught some of their conversation.
    "I'm not going to take the place after all," Terri said as she balanced her tray on the shelf of one hip. "J.J. and me worked things out."
    "J.J." Dru angled her head. "That would be the low-life, lying scum you never wanted to see again even if he was gasping his last, dying breath?"
    "Well." Terri shifted her feet, fluttered her lashes. "We hadn't worked things out when I said that. And I thought, you know, screw him, I'll just get me a place of my own and get back in the game. It was just that I saw your For Rent sign when I was so mad at him and all. But we worked things out."
    "So you said. Congratulations. It might've been helpful if you'd come by this afternoon as we'd agreed and let me know."
    "I'm really sorry, but that's when…"
    "You were working things out," Dru finished.
    "Hey, Terri."
    She squealed. It came flooding back to Seth that she'd always been a squealer. Apparently, she hadn't grown out of