“There will be plenty of that tomorrow.”
“Don’t rush back,” Margot called as if she’d been eavesdropping. “And thank you for the divine strawberry shortcake surprise.”
Where had she come from? Taryn leaned closer to him and whispered, “She’s not playing matchmaker, is she?”
“I told her not to.”
“That’s never stopped her in the past.”
A thoughtful expression formed on his face. “This time, I believe her.”
Taryn hoped he was right, or Margot would be disappointed.
Three nights from now, Garrett would be in California, which seemed as far away as Mars at the moment.
As they walked through Margot’s house, he laced his fingers with hers. “The dessert buffet was the highlight.”
“Thanks, but I don’t think you can single anything out. From the decorations to the food, it was the nicest rehearsal dinner I’ve seen.”
“The desserts were my favorite.”
His compliment filled her with warmth. “Are you ready for tomorrow?”
“Not much the bride’s brother needs to do other than drink at the reception and make a funny speech if asked. I’ve got both covered.”
“Good, because Callie looks ready to burst with excitement.” Taryn unlocked her car. “I think she’d get married tonight if it were possible.”
“I disagree.”
“Seriously?”
He nodded, mischief gleaming in his eyes.
She slid behind the steering wheel. “They had everything they needed.”
Garrett sat in the passenger seat. “Not the wedding cake and three groom’s cakes.”
“Oh, I didn’t think about those.” Which surprised Taryn because Callie was in love with the various cakes.
He patted his stomach. “I plan to have a slice of each.”
“Maybe our groom’s cakes will become sought after because of this wedding.” That would be good for business. She drove to the bakery and parked in her spot in the alley. “Though most people will only have one.”
“Callie isn’t ‘most people.’”
“No, she’s not.”
They exited the car.
The patio wasn’t that crowded for a Friday night, but since the summer fair had been last weekend, that didn’t surprise her. “Thanks for keeping me company.”
“I’ll see you inside.”
“I’m not alone here.”
“Humor me.”
She could do that. They headed into the kitchen.
