“What’s gotten into your craw lately?” Elena asks as she helps me restock my supplies for farm visits. It’s a Thursday, barely seven, and I’m already late for the four farms on my itinerary. “Carmela said you missed Zoe’s horse show last weekend. Again.”

“So did you.”

“I told Carmela that my grandniece and grandnephew can have me for one event a month—that’s it—unless she wants to give up our Friday lunches or game nights or something else to free up the schedule. Too many expectations, right? You know that better than anyone, especially now that you’re helping Wade, too.”

Her raised eyebrow looks challenging, prodding me for more information about my arrangement. “That’s where I was Saturday, not that it’s your business.”

She chuckles. “I love it when you play cagey with me. But you’d better come up with a good explanation for yourself. Mack knows you’ve been spending time over there.”

“Shit, I asked Mom to keep it quiet.”

“It wasn’t her. Mack saw some of Marigold’s sketches. She’s been so excited to work on the new signs and, dang, a billboard! Marnie’s giving her such an incredible opportunity.”

My eyes cut to hers at the mention of Marina’s name, and she grins like that’s the reaction she wanted. “Hopefully, Dad will see that, too. I’ll talk to him. I should’ve done it sooner.”

“How are things with Marnie, huh?”

“I don’t have things with Marina.”

“Ah, Grady, don’t be coy.”

“She’s fine. I’m fine. Everyone’s fine and moving on. You should, too.”

“Hm, not everyone is fine.” She holds up her phone. “She’s getting major flack on her IG account. Have you seen it?”

She’s baiting me. “No.”

“It started with random comments about the G&G being grubby and gross—very original—and moved into horror stories about the store’s lack of cleanliness and creepy employees. Lately, it’s about Marnie, too. How she’s betrayed Sunny’s, yada, yada. It’s only the unidentifiable profiles hating on her. If I had to guess, I’d say Cora and her rich friends are targeting her.”

“Marina can handle it,” I say with stern confidence.

“No doubt. I noticed many unidentifiable profiles following Marnie’s account.”

My eyes cut to hers again.

She grins. “Like PianoMan.”

“Don’t you have better things to do than trolling social media and goading me?”

She laughs. “Not really. Wade tells me business has picked up regardless, even without the renovation being complete.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Wade seems happier, too. Never thought I’d live to see the day,” she continues, handing me wrapped gauze and extra gloves. “Don’t you think this could’ve happened for a reason, Grady? The universe’s way of reuniting the family and bringing you and her together?”