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Sam studied Katie across the cafe table. She seemed nervous. Either she was avoiding eye contact, or the menu she was buried in was more interesting than he was. He liked the way her blond hair fell forward, framing her face. Sam pulled his thoughts to a halt when Melinda walked up wearing a Santa hat, a pad and pencil in hand.
“You’re looking good in those coveralls,” she said with a wink.
“You’ll be able to see them again tonight on the ten o’clock news,” Sam said, offering her a smile.
Sam noticed Katie staring at him from behind her menu, but when he glanced her way, she ducked behind it.
With a wave of her pad, Melinda asked, “You want the usual?”
He nodded. “The day I change my order is the day the city council admits they love me.”
“Looks like they already have,” Melinda te
