The lunch rush at Silva’s was winding down, and the last dining room guest walked out, leaving a few customers scattered about the bar. A pretty woman in a lavender T-shirt, jeans, and a black server’s apron was filling the salt and pepper shakers and set her tray on the bar. “All finished.”
Theo looked up from the case of beer he’d just opened. “Thanks, Mel.”
She slid onto a barstool. “I was busy there for a while. Business has really picked up.”
Theo grinned. “It has.” That was an understatement. They’d developed some regulars during the off-season, but with peak season in full swing, it looked like their summer earnings might carry them through the year. That meant a sense of security for the Silva brothers.
Mel leaned on her elbows and smiled. “You know, I could stay on through hap
