I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft.
I’m picking up from last week. Cara met the town mayor while checking out of the hotel and he asked her out for dinner.
“I’m not sure how long I’m going to be in town,” she replied. “I just came for the funeral and then I’ll be going back to Tulsa.”
He nodded. “We’ll be sorry to see you go. If you need any help at all, don’t hesitate to call me.” He handed her a business card. “If you decide to sell the house and business I’m sure I can find a buyer.”
“Sell…?” She looked up from the card, confused.
“You don’t know? Your grandmother left everything to you. Apparently she never took into consideration the fact that you might have a life elsewhere.”
Something in his tone rankled, reminding her too much of her mother’s attitude toward her grandmother, but she forced herself to remain polite.
Novel Notes 
He still comes along mysterious … with a plan. Great snippet.
You’ve got me wondering how he knows so much more than she does, such as the terms of the will.
He does seem to know more than he should.