At least Summit Ridge hadn’t won. No one had mentioned the similarities between the trees of the two booths. Though Raine had said theMidsummer Night’s theme looked more like something she would make.
Ironic.
Was that the word?
All she knew was the joy of finishing the booth, spending time with Garrett, and kissing him again made not being able to speak up about her design being stolen worth it. And though a part of her wanted to say something, she wouldn’t drag Lawson’s into a bakery battle of he-said, she-said. No one would win without losing customers—something they couldn’t afford during a business slump.
One bright side: Nick hadn’t shown up to gloat. Taryn would take that as a part of her honorable mention prize.
“So what happens now?” he asked.
“When they announce the fair is closed for the night, that’s our cue to clean up. Then we can eat.”
“Hungry?”
She nodded, hoping her stomach didn’t grumble. “I hope there’s not too long a wait for the pizza.”
“There won’t be.”
“You sound certain.”
“I am because Brandt ordered ahead of time. Dinner will be delivered to Margot’s house.”
“Callie found a good guy.”
“She did. I wasn’t sure about him at first, but they fit together. And he treats her well.”
“Of course, he does. Brandt adores her. Your sister is crazy about him.” Someday, Taryn would like to fall in love as Callie and Brandt had. “Relationship goals.”
“If you wanted one.”
Which he didn’t. And neither did Taryn. At least that was what she kept telling herself.
But as Taryn stared at Garrett, she wasn’t sure if that was one hundred percent true any longer.
Chapter Fourteen
On Saturday morning,Garrett carried Margot’s quilt to her booth. Not a cloud was in the sky, and the temperature was warming already. A perfect summer day for a fair to celebrate the season, but it would be hot later. Tall trees in the park provided some shade, as would the tents covering the booths, but it was sunglasses, hat, and water bottle kind of weather.
“Can you and Brandt hang the quilt for me?” Margot asked. “I’ll grab us coffees from Raine’s booth.”
“Sure.” Garrett was happy to help.
“We’ve got it.” Brandt watched his aunt walk away. “Thanks for helping. My aunt would do this herself if we weren’t here. She’s not old, but she shouldn’t be climbing a stepladder by herself. And she’s not a person to wait for her people to arrive.”
“Not a problem.”
Garrett shook the display rack to make sure it was steady. “This thing is solid.”
“Aunt Margot had it made for this fair. It also fits in her front window for the Christmas contest.”
Together, they hung the quilt.
He adjusted his side. “People here take their competitions seriously.”
Brandt rolled his eyes. “When I was growing up, my mom was involved in the Silver Falls Christmas Home Tour. They stopped that after two homeowners got into a fight over who won.”
Garrett shook his head. “Life in a small town.”
