When she left, Rex laughed at Jack.
“I can’t believe I’m predictable.” Jack pulled the menu toward him. “I’m gonna have to find something else I like for next time.”
Rex leaned back, relaxed. It was the first time they’d been able to get away from the B and B in a month, and he knew they were going to have to make a change soon. As much as he loved the place, they needed some time away from there. As it was, they lived and worked within those walls, venturing out regularly, but not for long periods of time. Usually for supplies, only one of them at a time so someone remained behind to take care of the guests should they need something. And a rare night at Moonshiners or a meal at the diner was not what he considered time away. Rex wanted a real vacation with Jack. A honeymoon, maybe.
“Are you opposed to hirin’ someone to manage the B and B?” Rex asked.
Jack’s eyebrows shot upward. “You mean we might actually be able to leave town for a weekend? Hmm. I don’t know.”
Rex laughed.
“You have someone in mind?”
“Bailey Weber,” he said without even thinking.
“Bailey? Moonshiners’ waitress Bailey? Bakery Bailey?”
“One and the same, yes.”
“She interested?”
“She mentioned it to me, so yeah, I’d say she’s interested.” Rex glanced down at the table. “Not the manager gig, no. I think she’s lookin’ for a maid position. Part-time.”
“And that’ll help us how? I mean, besides I won’t have to clean toilets anymore.” His eyes widened. “Wait. I won’t have to clean toilets anymore.”
“I was goin’ to be persuasive,” Rex told him. “I think she’d make a good manager. While she takes care of the guests, deals with meal prep and the like, we can do the manual labor.”
Jack pouted. Heactuallypouted. “You know how I feel about manual labor.”
Yes, he did. Jack was a bit spoiled, no doubt about it.
“It’s not a done deal,” Rex said with a sigh before taking a sip of his tea.
“Speaking of done deal,” Jack said. “You never told me how your breakfast with Bristol went. She doing okay?”
Rex frowned for a moment. “What does that have to do with ‘done deal’?”
“Nothing.” Jack flashed a smile. “Just needed a segue.”
Rex shook his head. “She’s doin’ good.”
Jack canted his head to the side and Rex knew he was trying to read his mind. He had purposely not told his husband about the details of that conversation because Bristol asked him not to. Or rather, she threatened bodily harm if he told anyone she was pregnant.
“That’s all you have to say? I need gossip, Rex. You know that.”
That was something Rex had learned about Jack after they were married. The man craved gossip. Granted, he probably should’ve figured since Jack wrote graphic novels. He was intrigued by fiction and what better to base it on than real life?
Jack leaned forward, lowered his voice. “Spill. Now.”
“What do I get if I do?”
His husband’s left eyebrow popped up, which was his way of seducing him.
And he’d be damned if it didn’t work. It always worked.
Rex sighed as though he was put out. “She’s pregnant.”
“Bristol’s pregnant? Oh, my God.”
