He cut her a look. “If they knew what we were up to back home, they’d be on the first plane back.”
“Which is why we can’t say anything.”
“Agreed, but with any luck, we’ll strike gold here.”
A friendly male server brought water, and they went ahead and ordered, wanting to expedite their day. They had three restaurants to visit and had to leave time to (hopefully) speak with Rocky before their drive back.
When the server left, Maggie studied Josh. He looked like he didn’t get much more sleep than she did. His dark hair was tousled and his eyelids seemed puffy.
She didn’t look much better. She hadn’t bothered to bring makeup and had thrown her hair back in a ponytail.
Their server was pouring coffee a few tables down and Maggie flipped over her mug. “Why don’t we ask him about the owners next time he comes around? That way once we’re finished eating, we can move on if we don’t learn anything.”
“Sounds good.”
“Are we gonna go to the museum again today?” Zoey asked.
“No, honey. But that sure was fun, wasn’t it?”
“The pretend kangaroo had a baby in her pocket.”
“I know. That was so cute.”
Josh tugged at his T-shirt. “How about if I put you in my pocket? I can carry you with me wherever I go.”
Zoey giggled. “I can’t fit in there.”
“Are you sure? I’ll hold it open and you can just jump right in, like the little joey.”
Zoey turned to Maggie. “Uncle Josh is silly.”
“He sure is. Maybe you can fit in my purse instead.”
“Mommy! I’m too big.”
“Well, that’s too bad. It would be fun to ride around in my purse all day.”
“We have a long drive home today.”
“That’s right,” Josh said. “We can play games again.”
“But when are we gonna see your friend?”
Maggie met Josh’s gaze. “Hopefully today, honey. We have to find him first.”
Zoey opened the crayon box and began coloring the kids’ menu that doubled as a place mat.
The server returned and filled Josh’s and Maggie’s mugs with steaming hot coffee.
“Thank you”—Maggie glanced at his name tag—“Grant.”
“Can I get you anything else while you wait?”
“Well, actually, yes. We were wondering if the owner was here today.”
“My family owns the place. How can I help you?”
Maggie’s attention sharpened on the man, noting the high forehead. The familiar shape of his eyes. The hawkish nose.
