Taryn would put a slice in the cooler for him.
“I hope I’m not late.” The familiar voice meant an end to her time with Garrett. She drew away from him.
“You’re not.”
“Cool.” Finley bounced into the booth like he was riding a pogo stick. Not unexpected. He was twenty and wore his long, blond hair in a man bun. He took classes at Summit Ridge University and worked at Lawson’s as his schedule allowed. Right now, that meant full-time or split shifts because it was summer break. He put on an apron.
“I’m going to meet my brothers at Margot’s and then come over here.”
She’d glimpsed the other two Andrews brothers in December when they came into the bakery, but Garrett hadn’t been with her then and they hadn’t been introduced. Would he want her to meet them this time?
He studied Finley as if he were a specimen under a microscope before turning his attention on her. “Text if you need me to bring you lunch or anything.”
Garrett was definitely a kindhearted lawyer. “Thanks, but I packed a lunch.”
“See you soon.”
He took two steps before glancing over his shoulder.
“Have fun with your family,” she called out.
Garrett nodded, turned, and headed to Callie’s booth.
Such a good big brother. Callie had mentioned her three siblings were overprotective. Still, knowing someone cared that much must be nice. Maybe someday Taryn would have in-laws, so she’d know what having a sibling was like.
“Welcome to the second day of the Silver Falls Summer Fair,” a man announced over the speakers. “Be sure to check out the themed booths featuring our First Avenue businesses. Silver Falls Flowers’s Summer Blooms won first place last night, so be sure to congratulate them. The entertainment begins at eleven, and the carnival rides will open shortly. Have fun and don’t forget to hydrate and wear sunscreen.”
Finley smoothed his apron. “It’s showtime.”
“Put these in the front pocket.” She handed him coupons. “Make sure every person gets one.”
“Even the kids?”
“Not today, but tomorrow—they all need to go.”
“Got it.” Finley filled the pocket. “So, you and that lawyer guy are together again?”
“Again?”
“He always hung out at the bakery in December. And he’d wait for you to close up.”
So much for no one noticing what she did. “He’s helping me with the booth.”
An edge of Finley’s mouth slanted upward. “It’s finished, yet he’s still here.”
How long would that last? He had no reason to spend time with her. Curl-her-toes kisses, aside. With his brothers in town, and the wedding next Saturday, he would be busy.
She shook her head. “Be sure to smile and hydrate. There’s a cooler of water bottles and another with food if you get hungry.”
Finley laughed. “Your non-answer is answer enough, Boss.”
Taryn side-eyed him. “I am your boss, so you’d better watch it, or I’ll give your goodie bag to Brecken.”
*
The day passedby in a blur of telling people about the booth, handing out samples and coupons, and inviting them to visit the bakery. The temperature had to be in the nineties. A shower would refresh her and sitting down for a few hours would help her feet. They hurt from standing on the grass. Funny how she was more used to the tile floor at Lawson’s. But it was worth a little discomfort to connect with so many potential customers.
A cute boy around four or five ran up to the booth. “Cookie, puh-lease.”
