Page 50 of A Slice of Summer
Garrett stuck fake daisies and greenery through the artificial grass that now covered the front panel. “You okay?”
It was strange how he sensed when she was struggling. “I can’t think of any other booth names.”
“We’ll come up with something.” His confidence gave her another boost. “We’re almost finished with the rebuild, and once we are, that’ll take some pressure off.”
“You’re right. I’ll stop brainstorming.” She surveyed the piece he worked on. Who knew a high-powered trial lawyer had mad building and craft skills? But… “Don’t forget, part of the red and white checked tablecloth will cover the middle part of the front panel.”
“I remember. That’s why I’m doing the sides first. Once the cloth is on, I’ll see what holes show.” He grinned at her, and her pulse picked up. “I’m glad you bought two tablecloths. I thought it was overkill, but now I understand the method to your madness.”
“This is the definition of madness.” She half laughed. It was better than crying. But Taryn didn’t have to force a fleeting smile. “You can’t be too careful when you’re down to the eleventh hour. I enjoy picnics, so I’ll use the extra one for myself if we don’t need both.”
He glanced at the time. “We have sixteen hours until we have to be at the park.”
Whenever he said “we,” she muttered a little prayer of gratitude for him. “We should make it.”
“Not should. We will make it.”
“We will,” she repeated, touching up a spot on the frame. “And then we celebrate.”
“You know what would taste good right now?”
Taryn took a shot in the dark. “Something sweet from Lawson’s Bakery.”
“That’s a given, but I was thinking more of a slice of juicy, chilled watermelon.”
“Oh, yes.” She thought about the one they’d bought earlier that morning. “There’s a seedless one sitting on my kitchen counter, but it’s not chilled.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s for your display, not to eat.”
“Spoilsport.” Taryn pictured what was in her fridge. “I have a blueberry cheesecake or a marionberry pie.”
“Oh, I’d love a slice of pie.”
From watermelon to pie, though, she also had cake and pizza. Each one was a slice of goodness.
Her breath hitched. “A slice.”
“What?”
Tingles erupted in her stomach.
“A slice of goodness, a slice of sweetness, a slice of summer.” She nearly jumped to her feet. “A Slice of Summer. That’s the name of our booth.”
“A Slice of Summer.” Garrett nodded. “I like it.”
“Me, too.” She pictured the words on the sign. “I can use a script font and add summery icons like a pie.”
“Watermelons.”
“Strawberries.”
“Lemonade.”
She had to think for a moment. “Ice cream.”
“All fit the picnic theme, though ice cream melts.”
“Not if you bought it in the park from the ice cream cart and ate it right away sitting on the grass.”
