“It’s okay,” Willow said with a smile. “Zac was making breakfast. Would you like to join us?”
“Does your offer include the world-famous jam I love?”
Willow laughed. “It could.” Each year she sent Ryan and Sophie a big Christmas basket full of preserves and jams. They loved every mouthful and ordered more when their supply was getting low.
She linked her hand through Ryan’s arm. “While Zac and I get breakfast ready, tell us what you’ve been doing.”
For the next hour, they caught up on all their news, talked about the fundraising concert, and the logistics of making everything come together in a seamless production.
It wasn’t the Saturday morning Willow had imagined, but it was fun. And, more importantly, her former manager hadn’t returned.
Chapter Thirteen
Zac hadn’t beenon an Easter egg hunt in years. But today, he was turning William and Megan’s house upside down, hunting for the last Easter egg.
“Is it there?” Nora asked from beside him.
He knelt on the carpet and stuck his hands under the sofa. “I don’t think so.”
Nora joined him on the floor. But instead of kneeling, she dropped to her stomach, peering under the sofa as if they were on a military operation in the middle of a war zone. “Are you sure this is the right place?”
Zac checked the map William had given him. For someone close to forty, the Easter egg hunt should have been a breeze. But whoever had hidden the eggs hadn’t made it easy. So far, they’d found six chocolate eggs, but the last one was proving more difficult.
He scratched his head. “It’s here somewhere.”
Nora jumped to her feet. Leaning over his shoulder, she studied the map. “That’s the chair and this is the sofa.”
As soon as Zac looked from the map to the furniture, he knew where they’d gone wrong. The map was upside down.
“The Easter egg isn’t under here, silly. It’s over there.”
Before Zac could scramble to his feet, Nora was already on the other side of the room.
With a high-pitched squeal, she reached under the chair and pulled out a bright yellow Easter egg. “Found it!”
William walked into the room. “Here you are. I thought you’d gone missing.”
“We found the last Easter egg,” Nora said excitedly. “That makes seven in our basket.”
“I’m impressed,” William said. “Everyone else’s basket is almost empty.”
Nora grinned. “That’s ’cos Zac and I are amazing.”
“You definitely are,” William agreed. “Do you want to show Zac how amazing you are at setting the table?”
“Can I show ’Becca my Easter eggs first?”
William nodded. “She’d like that.”
With the basket of foil-wrapped eggs clutched in her hands, Nora rushed out of the room.
Zac stuck his hands on his hips. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“Do what?” William asked.
“Keep up with Nora. She never sits still.”
“Welcome to the world of parenthood. I’m assured by friends who have teenagers that it only gets worse.”
