“It’s not over yet.” Levi was thinking of the honeymooners arriving tonight and staying a week.
“Who rents out an entire inn just for themselves?” Grace asked.
“Rich people,” Molly said.
“You would know.” Grace gave Molly a droll look.
Molly’s boyfriend, Adam Bradford, was a hotshot author. He’d recently moved from New York to Bluebell just to be near Molly.
“You’d think they’d just rent one of the McMansions if they wanted privacy,” Grace said.
“Houses don’t come with live-in help,” Levi said. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you guys about. They’re paying a lot of money for this week, and I’m sure they have rich friends they can recommend us to. So let’s be on top of all the details, all right?”
Grace rolled her eyes. “Aren’t we always?”
“Relax,” Molly said. “The honeymoon suite is perfection itself.”
“And we’ve been cleaning downstairs all afternoon. Didn’t you notice the gleaming floors?”
“It looks very nice. What about the other rooms?”
“We’ll clean them tomorrow,” Molly said with a shrug. “It’s just the two of them; they won’t need all seven rooms.”
“True.” He was less than pleased with that answer. But maybe he was overthinking it. He had a tendency to do that sometimes, as his sisters were quick to point out.
“Is the Fusion cleaned out?” Molly asked.
Levi finished chewing. “What does that matter?”
Molly gave him a sheepish look. “Did I forget to tell you? I may have offered the couple your chauffeur services.”
“My what?”
“They requested a driver.” Molly shrugged. “What did you want me to say? They’re paying a premium.”
Great. Just great. He had a list of things to do this week. And driving around a couple of rich lovebirds wasn’t on it. “Is there anything else you might’ve forgotten to mention?”
“Breakfast in bed? But I already notified Miss Della. She’s on board.”
“No blue M&M’s or imported water?” Levi asked.
Molly’s eyes gleamed over a slice of pizza. “Now, now, that’s no way to talk about our guests.”
“You’d be a much better tour guide,” he said to Molly. “Why don’t you do it?”
“Are you going to clean the rooms and do laundry?”
He pressed his lips together. She knew he’d rather wear a tutu in the Fourth of July parade.
“Besides, I promised Adam I’d help research his next story. I’ll be at the library every spare moment this week.”
Levi turned to Grace, looking at her beseechingly.
“Consider it done.” She smiled sweetly. “I’d be happy to help out.”
“You would?”
“Of course. It’s the least I can do.”
