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“Very on-brand.”

“It’s what we do.”

I nod. “Great,” I say. “Thank you, Mika.”

“The bad news,” she says, stopping me from heading out the door, “is that it closes at ten.”

I stare blankly at her. “Your local bar closes at ten o’clock?”

“Off-season hours.” She turns up her hands. “Sorry.”

“You know...” I approach her desk again. “I’m really starting to dislike this town.”

“Oh, Bruno’s cheeseburgers aren’t that bad,” she jokes.

I smile. She is quite cute. “Is there anywhere else in this town a single guy can go?”

“There’s a biker bar up the highway,” she says. “About halfway between here and Big City, but...”

“I don’t have a car,” I say.

“No, you don’t.”

“Do you have a car?”

“My father has a car.”

“That the adorable old man who checked me in?”

She tilts her head. “Adorable?”

“I call it like I see it,” I say, shrugging.

“But adorable?” she repeats.

“You disagree?”

“No, he’s cute as a bug. Just weird to hear it from strange men.”

“Am I strange?” I ask.

“You’re a stranger, so I think the word applies.”

“I’m not any closer to borrowing that car, am I?”

“Nope.”

“Damn.” I sigh and nod. “You’re right. I wouldn’t trust me, either.” I tap the top of her desk before stepping back. “Since this town shuts down at sunset, I’m guessing the streets are pretty safe to walk at night?”

“Did you pack some garlic and a wooden stake?”

“What?”

“Kidding,” she says. “Yes, the streets are perfectly safe. For most people.”

“Most people?”

Mika’s big eyes flick toward the wall behind me. I turn around, coming face-to-face with my own reflection in a mirror hanging by the front door.

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