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“Sorry, the Forget Me Not is on hiatus and no, I don’t know when it will be operating again. You can write down your name and number if you want.”
Lucas shoved a pad of paper across the counter to the Japanese couple with field glasses dangling from their necks.
Since when had he become Megan Miller’s receptionist? Easy question. Since she’d whisked Ruby back to San Francisco with barely a word to anyone in Lost Harbor.
Megan hadn’t disappeared completely. Zoe was watering her plants. Ben was checking on the Forget Me Not between fishing trips. Carla was answering her calls—when she felt like it.
Lucas? Not a word since that scene in the parking lot.
“Are you birders?” he asked the couple, indicating their binoculars.
They nodded eagerly. “From Japan. We always want to see puffin
