In the entryway, Margot dug through her tote. Her long, gauzy skirt swayed with her movements. “Working hard?”
“I was.”
She pulled something out of her bag, smiled as if she’d found the Holy Grail, and held up her cell phone. “I knew it had to be in there.”
He tapped his back pocket. His phone was there. “Glad you found it.”
“Me, too.” She typed on the phone. “What are you doing today?”
“I finished what I needed to do for today. Do you need me to run errands?”
She glanced up. “I need your taste buds.”
He hadn’t expected to hear that. “How so?”
“I need another opinion on what the rehearsal dessert bar should include. Otherwise, it’ll be my favorites.”
“Count me in.” His stomach growled in agreement. “I’m an expert on sweet treats. I’m happy to share my thoughts. Where’s your list?”
“No list. We’re doing a tasting.”
His mouth went dry. He scratched the top of his hand, almost not wanting to ask, but he needed to know. “Where?”
“At the bakery.”
Of course, there. Where else would Margot buy desserts in Silver Falls?
Okay, he and Taryn were adults. This was business. Still, the itchiness continued, and a warning sounded in his head. “As long as we’re only there to taste sweets and not have you play matchmaker.”
“Moi?” She motioned to herself. “You asked me not to interfere during this visit.”
Which implied she would the next time Garrett came to town. No worries. He would deal with that when it happened. Not that he wanted to change his mind after agreeing, but Margot was the center of the town’s gossip circle. He didn’t need her getting suspicious about Taryn and him.
“What time do we leave?” he asked.
“A little before one. We’ll pick up the dogs on the way home. I left them with Callie so they could play with their friends longer rather than be here alone.”
She spoke as if Angus and Sadie were human, not canines. Given she treated them like children, that shouldn’t surprise him.
“I’ll fix lunch,” Margot added.
“Or I can take you out.”
Her face brightened. “A meal with a handsome younger man. I’m in.”
Nearly two hours later, at the Falls Café, they’d laughed their way through salads and entrées. They’d skipped dessert because of the tasting.
“Thank you.” Margot sat her empty glass of lemonade on the table. “This is the best lunch I’ve had in a long time.”
Garrett signed the receipt. Margot was a twenty-first-century version ofAuntie Mame. “It was delicious, but the company was better.”
“It was.” She leaned against her chair with a satisfied expression. “I could get used to this.”
He scooted forward. “Why don’t you find yourself a match?”
Her cheeks reddened. “No. I couldn’t.”
“I need more than that.”
