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worrisome caffeine buzz, when the man who turned out to be Johnny Payne ambled in. He headed for the counter, only to be waylaid by the waitress and directed toward Gracie. He was tall and raw-boned with a flushed complexion, liberal gray in his once-brown hair and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.
    “Mr. Payne?” Gracie guessed when he stood beside her table, his hands shoved in the pockets of his chinos. Christmas-red suspenders held them up.
    “Yes, ma’am, that would be me. What can I do for you?”
    “Sit down, if you have a minute. I don’t want to keep you from your breakfast.”
    “Not me,” he said, and pulled out a chair. “I had breakfast at home an hour ago. I come in here to fuel up on coffee and gossip.”
    “Well, I certainly won’t keep you from having your coffee. As for the gossip, I’ll try not to keep you from that for too long, either.”
    He grinned at her. “Not to worry. Nothing much happens around here anyway, leastways nothing that’s more exciting than a pretty stranger asking about property. That is what you wanted to see me about, isn’t it?”
    “It is. I’m looking for a summer rental.”
    “On the river?”
    “Absolutely.”
    “Big or small?”
    “Small will do.”

    He looked her over, his expression thoughtful. “You mind investing a little elbow grease?”
    “Not at all.” It would keep her mind off of the decisions that had to be made.
    He gave a brief nod of satisfaction, as if she’d just passed some sort of test. “I’ve got just the place. Owner died a few years back and his kids don’t give a hoot about the house. Can’t seem to agree about selling it, either. In the meantime, it’s for rent. Won’t suit just anybody because of its size. Two bedrooms, a big kitchen, and a living room. Most folks want the Taj Majal in the summer, so they can fill the place with everyone from back home they were trying to get away from. You know what I mean?”
    Actually, she had no idea. She’d taken only one real vacation in her entire life—to this town, as a matter of fact. She nodded just the same.
    “Anyway, the price is negotiable depending on how long you want it for and how much work you’re willing to put in yourself to clean it up and save me calling in a maid service.” At Gracie’s surprised look, he chuckled. “That would be my wife. She’d be mighty happy to let someone else chase the mice away for a change.”
    Gracie swallowed hard and reminded herself she wasn’t at Worldwide anymore. “There are mice?”
    “Not so many now that the weather’s warming up. Once you sweep away the dust bunnies and get to stirring around inside, the last of ’em will go.”
    “I certainly hope so,” she muttered. “When can you show it to me?”
    “Now’s as good a time as any, I suppose. You have a car with you?”
    “I left it at the hotel.”

    “Then you can ride with me. I’ll stop by the office and pick up the keys.”
    Gracie wasn’t sure what she’d expected, someplace ramshackle and neglected, probably. At any rate, it wasn’t the tidy little white cottage with the Wedgwood-blue shutters and sprawling porch across the front. A pair of white rockers had been upended on the porch. That was all she needed.
    “I’ll take it,” she said at once.
    “You haven’t even been inside yet,” Johnny Payne protested.
    “Okay, maybe you’re right. Maybe I was being impulsive, but this is exactly what I was looking for.”
    “Miss, if you don’t mind me saying so, you must not do much negotiating.”
    If only he knew, Gracie thought. She’d handled more tough negotiations in recent years than Johnny Payne probably had in his lifetime. “I’ve done my share,” she said modestly. “I just don’t believe in playing games once I’ve made up my mind about something.”
    “And you want this house?”
    “I do.”
    He shrugged. “Then let’s see how many mice took up residence this winter before we settle on the details.”
    The details were a snap.