“I thought it would be fun to set up a booth where you are hidden behind a window and a pig is hidden behind another one. They have to pay first and then choose which window.” Court’s eyes spark as her words grow louder, gaining the attention of those around us. “You’d be perfect! And now with that red lipstick . . .”
“I’m not sure I’m okay with kissing half of Dusty Hollow,” I say quietly.
I glance around us and notice Patty with knitting needles and yarn in her hand while she leans to the side, whispering something to Deborah Rimes, another proud member of the gossip chain.
“Please, Sadie? I don’t know who else to ask. Everyone else is dating someone or married or a cousin to too many people . . .”
“Um, I—” My words fall short as I catch Milo staring at me, grinning.
He walks toward us.
“Something I could help with, ladies?” he asks.
Courtney’s eyes brighten even more, as if light bulbs hang behind her irises. “I’m trying to get Sadie here to volunteer for the kissing booth at the summer event out at Firefly Farms.”
His brow quirks. “Kissing booth?”
I wonder if he’s thinking about my list. Aboutkissing a stranger. But there would not be strangers at this event.
“How about Ginny?” he suggests.
“Oh. That might work,” Courtney replies.
“Or Patty?” I add.
Courtney snorts at this. “Patty has already ratted me out to Pastor Jeff, thinking he can change my mind on the idea. But thanks. I’ll ask Ginny. Happy Sunday, you two.”
Courtney walks away.
“You didn’t have to save me, but thankyou,” I say with a smile, relief warming my skin from the fear that had freckled my skin with goosebumps.
“You’re welcome,” he replies.
“I haven’t seen you around much.”
He swallows hard. “Yeah. How’s Grant?”
I blink. “What?”
“Well, pizza and painting . . .”
“He’s just helping me with some house projects. I’m not very handy, and the house I bought is a little . . . in need of hands.”
He nods. “You know, I can do a few things.”
I tilt my head and grin. “Don’t you remember the porch swing we built for my parents?”
The left side of his mouth curls up. “That was a good swing.”
“Until they sat in it.”
He laughs. “Okay, but that was ten years ago. Maybe I’ve learned a few things?”
I raise a brow. “Have you?”
His chin drops and he shakes his head. “I’ve learned things, just maybe not the kind of things to remodel your house.”
I chuckle lightly. “Well, I better get up to the piano.”
