Page 23 of Gabriel & Skye

“Yes. Well, I sent a text. I’m interviewing her on Monday.”

“Good.” Georgia smiles happily. “She’s cute too, Gabe. You better make sure if she gets the job — you keep your hands off the help.”

I laugh, trying to imagine such a thing. “I think I can restrain myself. She’s the nanny. It’s not a marriage proposal.”

“Uh, huh? Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I’m looking forward to meeting Skye and I hope she works out for the summer, but cuteness hasn’t been a factor in my decision making when it comes to childcare for my daughter. After all, Geraldine is older than my mom.

As long as she’s good with my daughter and Trinity likes her, that’s all that matters.

I’m a hundred percent certain I can keep my hands off the help. But now I’m going to have to wander past her stall, just to get a look at her.

6

Skye

Travis and Gramps help finish putting up the gazebo while Gran and I do a quick mingle through the nearby stalls. I can see someone madly waving over at us from across the way. Gran quickly explains it’s Georgia-Blue Bassett. We walk over to the far side of the square to say hello.

She walks briskly over and gives my gran a big hug.

“Dot, it’s so nice to see you!” She stands back to look at Gran, all smiles.

“It’s nice to see you too, darling girl,” Gran says. “This is my granddaughter, Skye.”

Georgia squeals and leaps into my arms. “Finally!” She gives me a hug the same way she did to gran. “I’m Georgia, the youngest Bassett. I’m not even sure I was born when you guys lived here!”

I laugh. “Probably not, but it’s lovely to meet you.”

“Lovely to meet you, too.”

“You’re looking very well, Georgia,” Gran says.

“Am I?” she chuckles. “We had an all afternoon and night bake-a-thon at Mom’s yesterday, so I thought I’d have enough bags under my eyes to go to Europe by this morning.”

Gran laughs.

“You look great,” I add. “Especially if you pulled an all-nighter.”

“Yeah, I supervised the cupcakes. We went all out.”

I laugh, too. “Sounds like our place. Gran and I made moon cakes and some rocky road.”

“Don’t forget the lemon meringue cupcakes,” Gran adds as she walks over to say hello to the other ladies at Georgia’s stall.

“Come and meet the family.” Georgia waves her arm behind her. “I heard Gabe sent you a message at least. You’re meeting him on Monday?”

News sure travels fast around here. “Yep. Ten o’clock sharp.”

“Dang it. He was just here a few minutes ago. I could’ve introduced you. I’m guessing you were too young when you moved to remember him?”

“Yeah, I was only around four,” I say. I don’t mention that I know who he is from the cafe, and I sure like what I saw, even if he did complain about the coffee. “But it feels good to be here. I have so many great memories of Stoney Creek when I’d come back to see my grandparents over the years on vacation.”

Georgia claps her hands together. “That’s exactly what I love to hear!”

We check out their stall and I see every cupcake known to man; along with some Bassett Brothers Bourbon merchandise being put out on display. I love the logo with the bullhorns; it looks fantastic.

“Won’t you meet my mom, Gayle,” Georgia says, gesturing towards a tiny woman with dark shoulder-length hair and the signature blue eyes. Georgia is small too, unlike her brothers, who seem well over six feet.

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