9 Luke
“s**t!” Joe’s coffee spilled. “I’m sorry, you startled me.” Michael placed his cup on the table, went to the counter and got a rag from Suzi. Seconds later he was back.
“Didn’t mean to scare you.” Michael chuckled, handing the rag to Joe, then sat next to him. I could see the curiosity in his gaze as he eyed him. “I swear we’ve met before. My name is Michael Reynolds.” He held out his hand for Joe, who put the rag down, grinned and shook his hand.
“Joe McElroy.”
I noticed Joe’s hands shaking a little and figured he was nervous meeting new people. Silence settled over the table for a moment, so I spoke up.
“Joe is looking for a realtor, and we were just talking about you, Michael.”
“Oh, are you looking to sell or buy?” Michael pulled a business card out of his pocket and placed
