Page 70 of Baby, Be Mine

“Okay, true.” I’d had about four.

“Anyway, Jensen has been in every time she has a shift.” She took the lightweight bag from me.

“Jensen?”

“The grandson. Keep up, dude.”

There was no way in hell I’d ever be able to keep up with Emma. She’d only moved to Crescent Cove recently, for God’s sake. And I’d thought I knew everyone in this damn town.

“I ran into Jensen at the café when I got coffee this morning—he was just heading home from his studio and stopped for breakfast at Macy’s. We got to talking and voila, I have two helpers, and if all goes well, they’ll probably have a date by the end of it. I am awesome.”

She spun into a little twirl and I couldn’t help but laugh at her.

The sound of a truck turning into the parking lot interrupted her little dance.

Lucky Roberts waved from his open window. “Sorry I’m late!” He pulled in beside Emma’s wagon. “Baby earache had us up until the wee hours.”

“Hey, I didn’t expect you. Gideon said you had a job already.” I set the larger bag down.

“I know. The countertops got backordered so we were at a standstill on the kitchen remodel.” He hopped out of the truck, all nearly six and a half feet of him. He scooped up his long hair and tied it back with a rubber band. “Here I am.”

“Emma, meet Lucky. He’s done a lot of the work for us at the restaurant.”

“Nice to meet you.” Lucky came forward and peered down at Emma’s precious cargo. “And who is this?”

“Adriana.”

His face softened. “I remember when Bella was that little. Now she’s a holy terror like her mama.”

Emma did her sway thing. “She’s a little over two weeks now.”

Lucky whistled. “And you’re up and around, looking fresh as a daisy? Don’t tell Tish that.” He brushed the baby’s foot then headed back to his truck. “That’s my wife, by the way. We—well, she—had twins a few years ago and she still threatens my manhood daily when I ask about having another one.”

He grabbed his toolbox then met us at the back of her wagon. “Need help with anything else in there?”

“No, but I have to go pick up a few things this afternoon. I might need help then.” Emma tipped her head back. “You are a big one.”

Lucky grinned. “Less need for ladders. Makes me quite handy.”

I rolled my eyes and picked up the other bag. Lucky’s charm was legendary. Between the two of them, their annoying laughter followed us to the dock. How could anyone be that happy at this hour?

We stopped by the tree to offload her greenery and some fluffy, filmy material that reminded me of weddings. I’d had enough events at The Mason Jar that I recognized the bits that went with flowers and bows.

I was generally more focused on the food and making sure there was seating than what was actually part of the decorations.

“So, what exactly do you want me to do today?” Lucky turned around to walk backwards along the dock toward the barge.

Emma slid an arm along the baby’s butt for a little support as we hit the incline of the ramp. “Since the party will be late afternoon into evening, we need more light than is currently wired in there.”

“We put together some mason jar sconces for you already, and we got the gear for them to be lit up, but we need them hard-wired because of the way the boat is set up.”

“Cool. Can do. Handy I got that electrician certification, huh?”

“Did you?” I grinned. “Well, that’s good to know.”

“I’m still technically an apprentice. Takes years to make the big bucks. But I can handle this as long as the boat actually has power.”

“It does. We have it wired for music and wireless internet.”

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