“I see,” Diana said. “Sarah should be checking in at some point this morning. I can ask her if she can fit you in, either later today or sometime tomorrow. Can I have your name and a number where you can be reached?”
After Jon provided the information, the guys thanked her and left the office.
“So now what?” Kyle asked.
“Remember how your dad and Rob told us about the picnic lunch they had up on the bluff when they were here?”
“Of course.”
“Why don’t we go to the Cask and Larder and see if we can order some things for tomorrow? After that, we could drive up to Plymouth and take a look around there. After all, if we end up moving here, we should know about the surrounding area too.”
Kyle grinned. “You always come up with the best ideas.”
After a short walk down Main Street, they entered the gourmet food and wine shop and were greeted by a cheerful woman adjusting bottles at one of the wine displays.
“Welcome to the Cask and Larder. Feel free to look around and let me know if I can help you with anything. My name is Corrine.”
“Hi, Corrine. I’m Kyle, and this is my husband, Jon. We were hoping you could put together a picnic lunch for us for tomorrow. My dad was here last summer and said you were able to do that for him and recommended that we do something similar while we’re here.”
“Of course,” she said, her smile radiant. “Is your dad by any chance Ben Rockingham? You do resemble him.”
“Guilty.” Kyle grinned. “What are our options for lunch?”
They followed Corrine to the food counter at the back of the shop. “Here’s the menu of our regular items although we do usually have a few specials as well.” She pointed to a chalkboard behind her. “For lunch, I’d recommend sandwiches and maybe asalad to share. And there are cookies, brownies, and lemon bars available for dessert.”
After looking at the menu, Kyle and Jon chose a couple of different sandwiches that they could split, along with some potato salad, a brownie, and a lemon bar. “Could we also get a bottle of pinot grigio to go with that?” Jon asked.
“Absolutely,” Corrine answered brightly. “And I’ll also include plates, cups, napkins, and some plastic cutlery so you’ll have everything you need.”
“That’s great!” Kyle effused. “Thank you so much.” He handed his credit card to Corrine.
“What time would you like to pick up your lunch?” Corrine asked.
“How about noon?” Kyle looked at Jon, and he nodded.
“Perfect. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Jon said as they ambled back to Bradley House. “Let’s visit Plymouth.”
Kyle had just parkedtheir vehicle in a public lot when Jon’s phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Is this Mr. Rockingham-Rivera? This is Sarah Connolly.”
“Hi, Ms. Connolly. Please call me Jon.”
“Okay, Jon. And I’m Sarah. I understand Finn recommended that you speak to me about some property. I do have a couple of appointments this afternoon, but I could meet with you at four if that works.”
“That would be great! My husband and I are in Plymouth at the moment, but we’ll be back at your office at four. Thankyou.” He turned to Kyle. “We’ve got an appointment to see Sarah Connolly at four today.”
“Excellent. That still leaves us plenty of time to explore Plymouth.”
They walked around the town with no plan or destination in mind, just trying to get a feel for the place. They took in the National Monument to the Forefathers and strolled through the Brewster Gardens, then along the water past Pilgrim Memorial State Park.
They were passing the Pillory Pub when Kyle said, “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat,” Jon replied. They went in and enjoyed a quick lunch with a beautiful view of Plymouth Harbor, including the replica of theMayflower.
