I grin. “He’s so naughty.”

“Bet he is. You look much happier lately, and I’m sure it’s all tied up with an appendage of his.”

I nod. “It really is. He has the cutest nose.”

Pania slaps my arm. “I’m just proud of my girl for getting some. And sorting all that historical shit out. I bet that’s a weight off your shoulders.”

Letting out a long breath, I nod again. “Amelia adores him. Though she did before she knew he was her dad. And things between us are really good.” I bite my bottom lip. “He wants us to go with him when he leaves.”

Her eyes widen. “No way.”

“I’m not ready for anything like that. Besides, I can’t just walk away from you and the diner. He has to understand that I have commitments here.”

“Delaney, I don’t think anyone would begrudge you for putting your family together. I’ll put this order together now, but at some point we need to sit down and talk about it.”

I nod. I guess it’s inevitable now that at some point things will change. When? I’m not sure. What I am sure is that it’s up to me.

“I’m guessing this delivery could take a couple of hours?” she teases.

Shrugging, I turn my back to hide my grin from her. “Maybe.”

“Grab the chance before he does leave. I’ll get this food cooked.”

“No, I’ll do it.”

“Cook it with love.” She laughs.

“Something like that.”

I love cooking, especially for my family, and Josh is a part of that now. He deserves my best. Especially after what I put him through.

It doesn’t take long to fill his order, and I throw it all in the insulated bag to take to him.

“Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Pania calls.

“That doesn’t leave a lot,” I call back.

And still, I grin all the way to the car because Josh can’t go a day without seeing me. Which is good, because I’m not sure about going the whole day without him.

* * *

George waves as I pull up to the set.

“Josh told me you were coming. I’m to take you to him.”

“Well, aren’t I special?”

He grins. “I hear you are. Park over there, and I’ll walk with you. He’s filming right now, but he won’t be long.”

“He’d better not be. His food will get cold.”

George laughs. “I’m not sure he’s too worried about that.”

I drive over to where he indicates and park the car. Climbing out, I grab my bag, the food, and his shake out of the cup holder.

“Lead me to him.”

We walk side by side through another gate, and I see the cameras and crew before we get close.