Tanner grabbed a stack of napkins and efficiently cleaned up the mess in about three seconds, during which time Callie ordered herself to get a grip. “Sorry,” she said.
He shook his head. “No need.”
Good. Great. No need for her to be sorry that she was an idiot. A clumsy idiot. She gathered the rest of her things, trying to keep her hands busy.
And her brain.
Just get out the door without further incident, she told herself. But Tanner was standing close, looking down at her, his dark, dark eyes holding hers prisoner.
“What?” she whispered.
Again he ran a finger along her temple, letting the touch linger. “I’m sorry I never thanked you for that Valentine,” he said quietly. “I should have.”
And then he was gone.
Callie was still shocked that Tanner had known who she was all along. It was the end of the workday, and she’d just met with Becca and gone over more of her wedding plans. Everything was nearly handled. She and Sam were going to get married at the B&B and then jet off to Greece where they’d rent a boat and island-hop for their three-week honeymoon. But first up was the bachelor/bachelorette party. This would take place at Lucky Harbor Charters on the boat and dock.
With all that planning dancing in her head, Callie helped Becca with some of the details and then picked up dinner from Eat Me and brought it to her grandma’s house.
Halfway up the walk, she stopped short at the sight of Lucille standing in her garden smooching Mr. Wykowski like they meant business. “My eyes,” Callie said, and covered them.
The lovebirds laughed. “Gotta get it when you can,” her grandma said.
Callie clapped her hands to her ears next. “Grandma!”
“Do you think they let you have sex in the old people’s home?” Lucille asked Callie. “Because I’d really miss it.”
Callie blinked at her. “What?”
“Well, you’re here to make sure I’m not crazy, and I’m pretty sure I totally am crazy. I just want to make sure, if I end up in a home, I can bring my cutie pie here and get it when I want.”
Lucille just smiled sweetly.
“That’s probably not funny to your granddaughter,” Mr. Wykowski said in a gently chiding voice, and her grandma laughed.
While Callie tried to recover, Mr. Wykowski greeted her warmly, murmured “Be good” to Lucille, and left them alone.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” Callie said. “But you’re so busy I practically need to make an appointment to see you.”
“No worries,” her grandma said. “We save the good stuff for after Jeopardy anyway. When you get to be our age, the dark is your friend.”
Callie was doing her best trying not to let the image of that form in her head as her grandma peered into the bag of food.
“Should’ve gone to the Love Shack,” she complained. “Jax—you remember Jax, right? The hottie master carpenter? He’s co-owner of the place, and he just announced his adorable wife Maddie is having their third baby. I bet they don’t wait for Jeopardy to be over, know what I’m saying?”
“Yes,” Callie said. “But I really wish I didn’t.”
Her grandma grinned as they dug into the food. “Anyway, everything’s half off at the Love Shack to celebrate. Although really, I should get to eat there free all the time since I had a hand in them getting together.”
Lucille smiled smugly. “You don’t know this about your dear old grandma, but I’m known as being quite the matchmaker. In the past five years alone, I’ve been responsible for…Let’s see…” She counted on her fingers. “Jax, Ford, Sawyer, Ty, Matt, Josh, Luke, Jack, Ben, Sam, and Cole.” She beamed with pride. “All found their happily-ever-afters with a little help from moi—even if most of them have no idea I helped them. Really, I should go into the business with you.”
Callie blinked. “You mean…”
“Yep,” she said proudly. “Matchmaking. It’d make a great addition to TyingTheKnot.com, don’t you think?”
She stared at her grandma until her phone buzzed with an incoming text from one of her brides.
I know you said animals at the wedding wasn’t really a great idea but my bridesmaids all want to walk down the aisle with their pets. Okay with you?
Callie blew out a breath.
Her grandma leaned in to read and then grinned. “You going to let her do it?”
Callie pointed at her. “You don’t get to change the subject. Hold on a sec, one emergency at a time.” She typed in a response to her bride.
It’s your day. You get to decide. But isn’t your maid of honor’s pet a cow?
The response was immediate.
Yes but Sweet Pea is potty-trained.
Lucille chortled in delight, and Callie again pointed at her. “No comments from the peanut gallery.” She gave her thumbs a workout dealing with the bride, and five minutes later they’d settled on animals at the reception but not the actual wedding.
“You should let her have the cow down the aisle,” her grandma said. “You could give out little air fresheners as party favors.”
Callie blew out a sigh. “That’s not a bad idea.”
Lucille hooted with laughter. “Gotta love your job, honey. It’s a beaut.”
“It’s something anyway. Now about you.”