Baz loved to see that look on her face.
“Bailey’s on top of it.”
Baz bit back hisI told you so, opting for, “Where to next?”
“The diner.”
“They’re catering, right?” Bailey confirmed.
JJ nodded.
Before she could go into all her concerns about what they might miss, Baz said, “I’m sure they’ve got—”
“For brunch,” JJ interrupted with a wink.
Baz wanted to believe her. Really.
“So it’s not all work, right?” Holt asked as he moved toward Bailey, putting his arm over her shoulder.
Baz glanced at Holt. “Oh, it is. She’ll sneak in some questions under the guise of casual conversation.”
“I will not,” JJ declared, then smiled sheepishly. “Okay, fine. Maybe I will.”
Although Baz wished she would take a breather and put her feet up, he would gladly follow her around town all day if it made her happy. And maybe, at some point during those brief interruptions to his day, he could find the perfect time to ask this woman to marry him.
As had become routine, he tucked his hand in his pocket and found the ring just to confirm it was there.
It was.
“Call me if you’ve got any questions,” JJ told Bailey as they walked onto the porch. “Anytime. Day or night.”
“Preferably day,” Baz corrected.
“I don’t think I’ll need to bother you.” Bailey giggled. “I hope.”
“Don’t forget to tell Rex to call me when you see him,” JJ told her.
“I won’t. Promise. If we don’t see you before, we’ll see you at the wedding,” Bailey called after them.
“Why’s Rex gonna call you?” Baz asked as he opened the truck door for JJ.
“I just wanna make sure he’s got everything he needs for the reception.”
“Can’t you ask him at the rehearsal dinner? I thought that was the reason they did that.”
“We’re not doin’ the rehearsal dinner here,” she explained when he joined her in the truck. “He said he needed a little more time. So, to be safe, we’re havin’ it at Moonshiners.”
Baz frowned. “I thought that was where the bachelor party’s bein’ held.”
“It is.”
Baz opted not to say anything more. He was already confused. Since JJ told him the only thing he had to do was show up, he figured that was the best option.
Getting from the B and B to the diner took only three minutes. Since it was almost ten, the early lunch crowd—translated to the older, retired set—had descended, meaning there was a wait.
“Here, young lady,” an older man said when they stepped back from the hostess stand. He stood and gestured toward a chair. “Take my seat.”
JJ beamed him with a radiant smile. “Thank you so much.”
