Sofia stepped inside, not at all interested by the contents of the shop. "Miss Eve?"
Her head popped up as if she'd been kneeling on the ground. "Sofia, what are you doing here?"
"We're shopping."
Eve's shoulders dropped. "Oh, that's right. Breakfast feels like a million years ago."
"Do you need help with anything?" I asked her.
Eve shook her head. "We just need to pack everything up and move it to Angela's apartment."
"Where does she live?"
Eve pointed over our heads. "Upstairs."
"I didn't realize anyone lived in town."
Eve shrugged as she continued to fold tiny scraps of lace. "A few of the shop owners do. The apartments are empty otherwise."
I tried not to think about her wearing some of these items. On a rack behind her, there was a red number with ribbons and lace that looked like it pushed up the breasts.
Was it hot in here? There were fans blowing everywhere, but I couldn't seem to draw in a deep breath. "Is your sister helping?"
She shook her head. "I told her to enjoy the day with Ford."
I tipped my head to the side, trying to figure out why she hadn't asked her sister to help.
Hudson came out of the back. "Eve, we're going to need to replace all the pipes. They're not the right material."
She sighed, swiping a strand of hair off her sweaty forehead. "That's what I was worried about."
"Once they're replaced, they'll be good. You won't have to worry."
"I just have to worry about every other building on Main Street that probably has the same pipes," Eve said dryly.
Hudson nodded, his brows furrowing. "Yeah, that's a definite possibility."
A woman came into the space, and asked. "What's the verdict?"
I assumed it was the owner, Angela.
"The pipes will need to be replaced," Hudson said matter-of-factly.
A crease appeared between Eve's eyebrows. "How long will that take?"
"We have another project to do before this one." He looked around the space. "It needs to dry out anyway. Probably a few weeks once we get started."
Angela bit her lip.
"We don't want to keep you," I said, edging toward the door.
"Have fun shopping," Eve said to Sofia.
Why was Eve the one folding lingerie? It seemed like she was going beyond the duties of a town coordinator. She might be responsible for the repairs, but Angela could handle the contents of the store herself.
I was a little irritated that Eve was working instead of spending the day with us. I knew when this whole thing started that Eve was a workaholic. That wouldn't change because we were dating. I just had to see if I could deal with that.
On the sidewalk, Sofia said, "I wish she could come shopping with us."
