Garrett glanced at the back door that wasn’t there in December. There’d only been the one in the kitchen, which they’d used to leave by after she closed the bakery. “The patio?”
Margot nodded. “Her competition has only a small eating area, and it’s inside, so this sets Lawson’s apart. Plus, people enjoy having a new place to go in the evenings.”
In the summer and early fall, at least. Once the rain and snow hit, no one would want to sit outside, but he didn’t want to be the Debbie Downer.
“I wish Lawson’s well.” But that was all Garrett should do. This wasn’t his problem to fix. He needed to focus on the task at hand. “So, what do I need to know about the dessert tasting?”
“Callie and Brandt don’t want cake since they’re having that at the wedding.”
“Makes sense.”
Margot rolled her eyes. “You can never have too much cake.”
“True, but I see why they want a variety.”
“I knew you were the right man for this job.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, especially with baked goods involved.”
It was Margot’s turn to laugh.
Jayden set water glasses on the table before removing papers and pencils from his apron pocket and placing them next to the drinks. “Taryn will be right out. She’s running late.”
That surprised him. She was always early.
Margot raised her glass. “We’re in no rush. I’m relishing every moment of my part of the wedding planning.”
“And I’m contributing my taste buds to the effort,” Garrett said.
The corners of Jayden’s mouth lifted. “It’s good to have two opinions.”
Did that mean the baker forgave Garrett? He hoped so. “Happy to give mine.”
Taryn hurried out. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
A teenager with short red hair and freckles carried a tray. He placed the desserts on the table. Each plate had a number on it. “Anything else, Boss?”
“No,” she said. “Thanks, Brecken.”
“Check the dough, Brecken,” Jayden said before turning to Taryn. “Holler, if you need me.”
With a nod, Taryn sat, and her right arm hit the table. She winced, cradling her bandaged hand.
None of his business, but Garrett had to ask. “Did you burn your hand?”
Taryn startled as if surprised he was there. “Uh, no. I had a mishap with a hammer this morning.”
“Oh, no.” Margot’s face scrunched. “The patio’s finished. What were you doing with a hammer?”
Taryn blew out a breath. “Working on the bakery’s booth for the summer fair.”
“I thought you finished it last year,” Margot said.
“I did, but when I opened the shed to put it together, I found everything wet and moldy. Water got inside somehow, and I have to start over.”
She sounded more resigned than upset, which surprised Garrett. He remembered how spectacular her Christmas window had been in December. He assumed she would have put the same effort into another project.
“It starts on Friday afternoon.” Margot rubbed her chin. “Can you finish on time?”
