Rocky Point Reunion by Barbara McMahon

All summer visitors should look so good—we’d be even happier to serve them.”
    Marcie went to the door and looked out through theglass panel. In only a second she spotted Zack, with Suzette hovering over him.
    â€œHe’s not a summer visitor. That’s Joe Kincaid’s brother.”
    â€œWow, the race car driver?” April nudged her away and gazed out the narrow pane. “Now I see the family resemblance to Joe. Is he back for good?”
    â€œI really don’t know,” Marcie said, walking away. That fluttery feeling was there again. Every time. She had to stop this. She poured herself a cup of coffee and considered things. Immunity wasn’t coming easy. Maybe she needed to spend more time with him, have reality return. He was the same guy she’d once loved. On the phone last night with her best friend, Jody had said it was leftover feelings, nostalgia from the past. Was she right?
    â€œI’ll be out front,” Marcie said, stepping around April and carrying her cup directly to Zack’s table.
    â€œDid you get his order?” she asked Suzette.
    â€œRight here.” She waved her order pad and smiled at Zack.
    â€œYou might want to give it to the cook.” Sliding onto the chair opposite him, Marcie put her cup down and looked at Zack. Once Suzette had left, she asked, “What are you doing here and where’s Jenny?”
    â€œJenny’s at Sally Anne’s for the day. Her mother’s taking them to some store to look for new bathing suits. I gave her enough money to buy one and thanked Kimberly profusely for doing that. Otherwise, Jenny’d have to wait until her dad got home. I know nothing about bathing suits for seven-year-olds.”
    â€œThat answers the first question, but why are you here?”
    â€œGetting breakfast.”
    The amusement in his eyes told her he knew he wasriling her up—and didn’t care. For a moment she flashed back to high school and the times Zack had teased her. They’d ended up laughing in those days. Today, she was not amused.
    â€œAnd you can’t get food at home?” she asked sweetly, wishing he’d just get up and leave. Her senses seemed revved up. He looked fabulous. No wonder the waitresses were acting crazy. He’d had that effect on girls in high school. It seemed it carried forward with him.
    â€œI’m not much of a cook. Didn’t know you were, either,” he said.
    â€œI’m not. But I have the Cabot sisters. Remember they used to have that tea shop over near the courthouse? They retired, were bored and jumped at the chance to work at the restaurant when I asked them. I’m lucky to have them.”
    â€œThey must be getting up in age,” he said, studying her.
    â€œNot really, barely in their sixties. I’ll have them as long as they want to stay.”
    â€œSo, this is a good choice for me to eat breakfast here.”
    He made it sound reasonable. But she knew better. “Don’t you have something else to do?”
    â€œI’m working at Joe’s. Helping the guys with some of the cars. He’s behind because of the burned hands.” His brother had saved Gillian from getting burned when a fire was started at her house. He’d suffered burns on both hands, which had resulted in Zack’s swift return home.
    â€œWe can make the meal to go,” she offered, willing him to accept.
    He laughed. “Or I can eat it here and have several cups of coffee to stretch out my time with you.”
    She frowned. “I’m not staying.”
    â€œSo why come out?”
    She looked around. “I try to greet customers and keep an eye on things,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t guess her real reason.
    â€œFrom a customer’s point of view, much appreciated.”
    â€œMmm.” She took a sip of coffee, wishing now she’d never stepped out of her office. “Morning, Marcie.”
    She looked up at