SHE WAS IN THE BACK the next afternoon, grilling one of the first food orders of the day, since the bar/grill had only opened an hour or so ago, when the bell on the door tinkled. She looked up through the window that offered her a view of the front of house from the kitchen, groaning softly when she saw Bodie standing there. He eyed the room, perhaps looking for her, though maybe just deciding which seat to take.
He had his pick of them, and he chose a round booth in the corner that allowed him a view of the whole bar, both the front door and the kitchen. She was certain he was there to check on her, and she wished she’d left a note to thank him and somehow make it clear she didn’t require any more assistance from him.
She was startled as she placed the bratwurst on the plate less than
