Grandma and Irene exchanged a panicked glance. “Not that we know of,” Irene said quickly. “But we both have that kind of face. Everybody thinks they know us, right, Sarah?”
“Right,” Grandma echoed.
“You’re the head of the Cooke family and the Triple C Ranch,” Irene said smoothly.
“Yes, that would be me.” He chuckled and shifted the clipboard in his hands.
“You’re organizing the booths?” Grandma asked.
“Sure am. Gotta do my part these days.” He held up the clipboard and pencil as Lila joined them. “Now, where would you like your booth? Last year you were near the parking lot. Mavis marked you there, but I need to finalize.”
Lila nodded. Mavis was married to Lincoln, Titus’s son. “Let me see…” She studied the diagram of the layout. “Yes, that’s fine. Keep it there.”
“Who should I mark down as working it?”
TJ raised his hand. “I am, along with Lila.”
Titus blinked. “TJ Jones?”
“Yes, sir.”
“When did you get back into town?” He offered his hand. “It’s been an age.”
“It has indeed.” TJ shook his hand. “How have you been? How’s the family?”
“Fit as fiddles!” Titus grinned. “I bet your mother’s glad to have you home. Say, you married yet?”
“No, sir. Haven’t found the right girl.”
“Not yet, you haven’t,” Grandma said and winked at Irene.
“It’s only a matter of time,” Titus said with a smile. He winked at Lila.
She took a step back and blushed.Oh, good grief.Were they trying to play matchmaker? That was all she needed. “Well,” she said briskly. “Mark us down, Mr. Cooke. We’ll figure out the rest.”
“Tilly told me she and Jack keep the booth supplies in their garage,” Mr. Cooke said. “I’m sure she won’t mind if you have her aunt open it up so you can fetch them.”
“Thanks, Mr. Cooke,” Lila said. “That’s good to know. I’ll text Tilly and confirm.”
He nodded then smiled at Grandma and Irene. “I wish I knew where I’d seen you two. You just look so familiar.”
“Oh, well, you know,” Grandma drawled. “We look familiar to a lot of folks.”
He chuckled and turned toward the door. “I best be going…” He stopped mid-stride. “Wait a minute, I want a coffee.” His gaze landed on the pies in the display case. “Wow! When did Tilly and Jack start carrying pie?”
“Since we started working here,” Irene said proudly. “We’ve got blueberry and apple. Care for a slice? Only five bucks.”
“Would I!” He licked his lips. “And some black coffee to go with it.”
Grandma chuckled as Irene pulled out a whole pie and dished up a generous slice. “Sorry we don’t have ice cream togo with that,” Grandma said. “We wanted to get some today, but this place doesn’t have a freezer. Just an ice maker and refrigerator.”
“That would be because there’s no need for one,” Lila said. “Tilly doesn’t serve pie and ice cream.”
“I’ve got a small freezer I can bring by,” TJ offered. “Well, my parents do. It’s just sitting in their garage. Want to borrow it?”
“That’s a fine idea, young man,” Titus said with a grin as he took the plate from Irene. Grandma poured his coffee and handed it over.
“Enjoy,” she said.
