He added grilled onions, a slice of smoked cheddar, then slipped it under the broiler. When the cheese melted, he set the sandwich on a plate, added a pickle with an order of fries. “Pick up!” He slid the plate onto the metal shelf, grabbing the next ticket. The back door swung open to the other two O’Banyon sisters. “Have you seen Mabe?” Meg asked. He nodded, dropping another handful of fries in the fryer. “Well?” Mara demanded. He twisted, stared down both sisters. Meg took one step back, but Mara never moved. His heart skipped a beat as he held her icy blue gaze. Damn she was pretty, but it would be nice if her heart wasn’t colder than Antarctica. “She’s upstairs.” Both women raced to the back stairs. “Hold on a minute!” He spoke firmly. They skidded to a stop, turning simultaneously. Mara narrowed her eyes at him. “What?” “I want to talk to you two for a minute.” At least Meg had the decency to look guilty, but her sister continued to stare at him defiantly.
