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The place was pretty crowded—typical of a sunny Sunday afternoon in the summer. The tables on the deck were full, there were folks sitting on low beach chairs on the sand, kayakers and paddleboards on the water. Carrie said hello to those she knew and went into the bar. Landon was sweeping up sand and dirt, which made Rawley the only adult present and therefore standing behind the bar.

“Landon, how’s that little niece of yours?” Carrie asked.

“Loud,” he said. “And she pukes a lot.”

“Oh, dear.”

“Sarah says it’s normal. Glad I don’t remember being a baby.”

She laughed at him and jumped up on a stool in front of Rawley. “How are you doing, Uncle Rawley?” she asked with a smile.

“Kinda hard to believe Cooper had anything to do with Summer, she’s that pretty,” he said.

“You aren’t getting overworked, are you?”

“Nah. I like being here. I just ain’t much for a lot of people, but this bunch seems to know that. They don’t ask me a lot of questions.”

Carrie pulled her menu out of her pocket and unfolded it. “Are you up to making an order for the week, or should I pester Cooper for it?”

“No big deal, I’ll do it. Let’s have a look. Prolly be all the same stuff.”

“I marked the usual items, but do look it over, Rawley. I’m trying a few new things. I have a cold barbecued chicken breast, sliced really thin, on a bed of greens with Chinese noodles, and it’s great. And bite-size crab rolls served with garlic edamame—a good plate. And I have some cold, seasoned asparagus spears wrapped in provolone and prosciutto with sliced tomatoes on the side—to die for.”

“Sounds like something you should swat.”

She laughed in spite of herself. “All the usual sandwiches, pizzas, wraps, egg muffins and breakfast burritos.”

He checked off some items, then turned the page toward her. “You can pick one to try out here, see how it does. Only one experiment a week, Miss Carrie.”

She checked off the asparagus dish. “Business is good,” she observed. “And something smells good.”

He jutted his chin over his shoulder. At the end of the bar he had set up a little slow cooker station. Two slow cookers, buns, condiments. “I been trying something new. Fresh barbecue and franks. It’s been moving pretty good.”

“Great idea,” she said. “I can tell you how to make ribs in the Crock-Pot if you’re interested.”

“I wouldn’t mind it for the family, but it’s too big a mess in here with the customers. We have enough trouble with barbecue and franks. Can’t imagine what these folks could do with ribs....”

“Thank you, Jesus,” Landon, the cleaner-upper muttered.

She let Rawley buy her an iced tea, visited for a while, asked Landon about the baby again and then, having been encouraged by Landon, walked next door to Cooper’s house. She tapped lightly on the door, and Sarah let her in. “What are the chances of a little peek?” Carrie asked.

“Excellent, she’s awake. Cooper is changing her, and I’m getting her bottle ready. Come in.”

“Cooper is changing her?” Carrie asked.

“It’s his turn,” Sarah said. “Sit down at the table while I get this ready.”

“Where’s Austin?”

“He’s next door, painting with Spencer.”

Cooper walked into the kitchen, the baby on his shoulder and Ham close by his side.

“I see you have protection,” Carrie observed.

“Every step we take with the baby. Ham might think he’s the father. He hasn’t left her side. We have to beg him to go for a walk,” Cooper said. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“I would love that!”

After a nice visit, Carrie took her little beach-mobile back to the town and her deli. She wasn’t planning to work today, but she liked to get things set up for the week. She had to be very well organized—cooking was done in the morning, selling was done from lunchtime till six. She put her list from Rawley in the book and looked at her weekly planner. First thing Monday morning she was going to make some beef kabobs, a large pan of lasagna and some chicken and rice—her deli nuke-able dinners. People were busy these days, many of them working two jobs, and fast meals were in demand. It was a convenience for working people to stop by on their way home to grab a prepared dinner. They often picked up one of her salads or even a sandwich for the next day’s lunch at the same time. Catering was a good business, but the deli items sold over the counter—that was her bread and butter.

She set up her step stool and climbed to reach the large lasagna pan on the top shelf, and she nearly had it free of the pans stacked inside of it when the stool wobbled. Her hands were holding up pans, so they wouldn’t fall off the shelf, and she lost her balance. To prevent herself from falling like a giant oak, her left leg stepped off the third step of the stool. Her foot went one way, her h*ps went the other, she heard a pop, and she went down. Flat on her ass. Buried in pans.

At least they were aluminum, she thought. If they’d been cast iron, she’d be dead. As it was, the only injury seemed to be to her right buttock. Lord.

When she tried to stand, her left leg wouldn’t hold her. Her knee buckled, and she almost went down again. The pain was excruciating. She could barely put weight on it. At least she no longer felt the pain of her butt.

In great discomfort, she stacked the fallen pans on the counter in a somewhat organized manner and limped out the front door. She locked up the deli and drove herself home.

Her day of rest would be enforced.

Seven

When Peyton walked into the clinic on Monday morning, Devon was already behind her desk and working at the computer.

“I should’ve known I wouldn’t beat you,” she said.

“I got an early start,” Devon said. “I listened to the messages. Carrie James needs to see someone—she says she wrecked her knee. It’s painful and very swollen.”

“Give her a call, will you, Devon? Tell her we’re open for business. Is Scott coming in?”

“As far as I know,” she said. “Did you have a nice weekend?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, picking up the schedule and glancing over the names. “Sat on the beach and read for a while, went exploring around the inland towns, had a three-way.” Then she grinned. “Me, Ben & Jerry. It was fabulous.”

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