“There’s only one problem,” Hannah said.

“What’s that?” Birdie asked.

“The prizes. I know in the past you’ve offered some lovely gift baskets and a weekend at an exclusive B&B in the mountains, but two of the companies that you ordered from are out of business.”

“Oh, I see.” Birdie frowned. She turned to Ethan. “What do you think we should do?”

“I, uh, would need to think about it.” Ethan’s brow scrunched up as though he were hard at thought.

“Good. You think about it,” Aunt Birdie said. “You’re in charge of the prizes.”

“I…I am.” Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“The way I see it,” Birdie said, “Hannah has done more than her share of the planning. You don’t want to dump all of the work on her, do you?”

Hannah wasn’t so sure how she felt about putting Ethan in charge of something so important to the festival. But who was she to argue with the woman who was technically the head of the festival?

“No. Of course not.” He had the decency to look a bit sheepish.

But if he was getting lectured about letting her do the bulk of the festival planning that meant she needed to do more around the bakery. After all, she knew how to sand and paint. The only problem was that she’d have to spend more time with Ethan. And right now, that was the last thing she wanted to do.

In fact, maybe they just needed to part ways. Surely, he was far enough along with the renovations that she could take over. Mentally she listed all of the things that still needed to be done at the bakery—the floors were missing, the walls weren’t painted, and the new display cases needed to be installed. She kept ticking off things on the ever-growing list. It was quite intimidating. Maybe taking over the renovations wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“You’ll need to get those prizes to Lily so she can print up some new flyers ASAP. It’ll help stir up some excitement for the festival,” Hannah said.

He had this deer-in-head-lights look. “I…I’ll do that.”

“Oh good.” Birdie clapped her hands together. “Things are coming together. I want you to know how much I appreciate this. With you two taking care of everything back home, I can concentrate on healing.”

So much for going her separate way from Ethan. Like it or not, for the time being they were stuck together.

There was something wrong.

There was a distinct undercurrent of tension in the room.

Aunt Birdie frowned. Usually she was good at ferreting out problems, but Hannah and Ethan were being mum about what was going on between them. Had she been wrong about them?

She didn’t think so. They’d make a great couple, if they’d just let down their guards. And there was still time for that to happen. Spring Fling wasn’t for three weeks. Anything could happen in that time.