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I chuckle.

“If you want to work, I won’t tell you that you can’t, but I want you home before the sun goes down.”

“You do?” she flirts, and fuck all if the grin on my face doesn’t give all my emotions away.

“I do. I just got you, Sunny, and I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

She beams a smile at me.

“You’re back.” A voice steals her attention, and Gavin approaches us.

“We’re back,” Grace says, and I love that she’s still right at my side, hand in mine. This is by far the most public display of affection that the two of us have had at the lodge since we became engaged.

I fucking love it.

Gavin looks between us. “Looks like the trip was good to you.”

“More than good,” Grace says, grinning up at me. “I’m not opposed to us planning another one as soon as possible.”

“Yeah? If that’s what you want, I’ll make it happen.”

I lean down, pressing my lips to hers.

“O-kay, well, as much as I’m enjoying this fun thing you two are doing right now,” Gavin says, and I break the kiss, “Grace, I need you to see that the lodge is still standing.” His arms go wide. “The lobby is clean. We had zero people quit, zero cancellations, and all appointments were made successfully. No emergencies happened either.”

I chuckle, and Grace nods. “Good.”

Gavin’s face turns to stone. “That’s it? Good?”

“Yes.” Grace smiles.

Gavin puts his hands on his hips and glares at her.

I press my lips together to keep from laughing. He clearly was expecting a different reaction. I bet he stressed the entire time we were gone to make sure everything was run exactly the way Grace would have done it.

“Are you going to ask me about the kitchen order that came in?”

“No.”

“What about the three missing boxes of steaks that didn’t show up?”

Grace smiles. “Did you contact the company we ordered them from and get a new order sent out with rush shipping?”

“Obviously.”

“Then no, I’m not going to ask about them. Seems like you had it handled.”

I stand taller. I can’t help it.

This Grace is made for running a business. She’s full of confidence and trust.

Gavin folds his arms. “Well, I’m guessing you want to get to work for the rest of the day now that you’re back. Would be cool if you wanted to continue your vacation for one more afternoon so you guys could meet us at Hudson’s for dinner and drinks but⁠—”

“That sounds great. Let me just stop by my office real quick, and then we’ll meet you there. What time?”

Gavin’s mouth drops open, and I let out a howl of a laugh.

“You’re being so dramatic,” Grace tells him. “Stop stressing this so much.”