Robbery.” Lainey looked at the selection of orange roughy again. Maybe she’d go with the flounder. Aunt Minnie wouldn’t be thrilled. “Five-ninety-nine,” Sam corrected, then raised his hands at her arched brow. “But for you I can maybe make a special. Five-fifty.” Lainey held his open gaze for several seconds, knowing Sam expected no less. Like her, he was a transplant from Philly. When Sam had heard from Minerva that her niece hailed from his hometown, he’d developed a special fondness for Lainey. Of course, Sam showed his fondness in his own unique way. “Still robbery, Sam. I could go down to Fred’s on Fiftieth and—” “That crook wouldn’t know a shark steak from a salmon. You don’t buy from him.” He looked appropriately outraged, but Lainey didn’t miss the gleam in his eye. He appreciated a good haggler. “You buy from me, or I’ll tell your dear sweet aunt Minerva that her niece is harassing the café’s best supplier.”
