I’m sorry.
I was wrong.
Please forgive me.
“The setup looks incredible,” Ryan says, breaking the spell. “You’ve outdone yourself.”
“Had good help.” I gesture at the controlled chaos around us. “Your crew has been amazing. Romeo almost built the entire stage himself.”
“He’s motivated. Wants to impress you.” Ryan’s lips quirk. “We all do.”
“Ryan—”
“Ember Harper!” Mrs. Havers materializes like a floral-scented whirlwind, her signature pearls catching the light. “Darling, this is spectacular! I’m already hearing feedback that we’ve doubled last year’s attendance!”
I paste on my professional smile, even though I want to scream at the interruption. “That’s wonderful to hear. Did the volunteer coordinator get you set up at the welcome booth?”
“Oh yes, yes. But I wanted to talk to you.” She lowers her voice conspiratorially. “The Town Council is very impressed. We’ve been looking for someone to coordinate our seasonal events, and you, my dear, are what we need.”
“I—that’s very flattering?—”
“Not flattering. Strategic.” Mrs. Havers winks at Ryan, who’s trying very hard not to smile. “This town could use someone with your talents. Someone who understands that community isn’t about logistics—it’s about creating moments that matter. Nic told me, my dear, we’ll talk soon.”
She sweeps away before I can respond, leaving me staring after her.
“She’s not subtle,” Ryan observes.
“Is anyone in this town subtle?”
“No. It’s part of our charm.” He shifts his weight, suddenly serious. “But she’s right, Ember. What you’ve created here—it’s special. You’re special.”
My throat closes. “Ryan, I need to tell you?—”
“Ember!” Romeo jogs over, grinning. “We’ve got a situation with the dunk tank. Water pressure’s too high and Holden’s getting launched like a rocket. It’s hilarious but probably a lawsuit waiting to happen.”
I close my eyes. Of course. “I’ll be right there.”
When I look back, Ryan’s already moving toward the stage where Uncle Jimmy is waving him over.
Later.
I’ll tell him later.
After I fix the dunk tank.
And the sound system.
And whatever else goes wrong of course.
Later.
By noon,the fundraiser is in full swing, and I’m running on pure adrenaline and cold coffee.
The chili cook-off has drawn a massive crowd. The junior firefighter obstacle course has a line of kids stretching around the block. The calendar firefighter photo booth? Romeo wasn’t kidding about practicing poses—he’s drawing squeals from a group of elderly ladies who are getting their money’s worth.
I’m checking my vendor schedule when I see him.
Marcus.
