“Cancel your plans for the day because we’re going out on the bay in a really weird double date with Felicity, Marcus, and, for some reason, Carol and Ruby.” Brady gave her two thumbs-up with mock enthusiasm.

Sloane made a noise that probably only dogs could hear. “Come again?” she managed.

Brady’s fake cheer disappeared as he went past her and into the house.

“Those damn Robertsons, I swear,” he muttered. “I went to the store so Dixon could look at tampons—don’t ask—and the next thing I know, your boy Marcus has me cornered in the shampoo aisle.”

Sloane was glad for the AC again but still felt hot hurrying after him into the kitchen. Callum was already out of the house doing something with Justus, so she didn’t have to remind him to keep his grumpiness down. If they wanted their shenanigans to work, he’d definitely need to stop saying stuff like “your boy Marcus.”

Brady threw his hands up and did a loud, long grumble.

“I used to be able to walk around town no problem, but now I step foot anywhere near Main, and everyone wants a piece of me.” He turned to face her. “Us, I mean. They want us to go hang out on their boat with them. Marcus said it would be nice to hang out before we get the life sucked out of us during the festival.”

“And you said yes. Before asking me. Again.”

The bartender had the good sense to look somewhat apologetic. “What can I say? I now officially believe in the Robertson charm. It and all its evil glory.”

Sloane felt her eyes narrow…and felt no humor whatsoever.

“I had things to do today. Important things. I don’t have time to go boating with Queen Bee and your ex on the bay. We don’t have the time. There’s still the last coat of paint at Roger’s, making a party plan for the bar, making a plan for the parade, and— Oh my God! The pageant! I keep forgetting that we’re in it! Did I tell you that the mayor wants to meet us tomorrow afternoon? Holy crapsticks!” Sloane dragged her hands down the sides of her face as panic rocketed through her. “We do not have time to socialize with the enemy!”

Brady sure had a set of brass ones on him. He actually chuckled.