Diego jumped. Actually jumped, like a strung-out meth fiend trying to lift a cop’s wallet. Four days in this town and look at him. It was pathetic. “Sir,” he said, wiping his palms on his jeans and nodding to the mayor in greeting. “You’re here for the meeting?” “I thought I’d take it in.” Diego glanced past the older man to the ornate arched opening to the town hall. For a small town, Diablo Glen was sure big on fancy architecture. It was also home to an extensive arts program that included music, dance and three gallery shows a year. It didn’t boast its own police department or newspaper, but it was home to a famous online bakery. And it was peopled with a lot of characters, some a little more out there than others. Only one, though, was unforgettably sexy, overwhelmingly sweet and pretty much the biggest mistake of Diego’s life. “Thinking you’ll find some clues during our discussion over what color to paint the park benches this spring and which band should play at the New Year’s Eve Bash?”
