Holding up my hands to show I’m harmless, I slowly back away from the tray. “Do I at least get coffee?”

She rolls her eyes and gets back to her work. “As if I could keep you away from the machine. You’d probably walk around carrying it with you all day if it wasn’t so heavy and you didn’t have noodle arms.”

“Hey!” I protest. Though, really, I can’t argue that.

“Travis is upstairs if you’re looking for him,” she says without turning to me.

I falter as I’m pouring coffee into my thermos. Why would she assume I’m looking for Travis? As if he’s all I think about.

He’s not.

Even if I can’t get the feel of his hard cock in my hand out of my mind.

Wait a minute.

“Travis is upstairs? Why? What’s he even doing here? I thought you didn’t need his help anymore.”

“I told him I don’t, but he wanted to check in and make sure everything was good to go for tomorrow. And he was gonna help bring the booth over to the green and get it set up.”

“He doesn’t need to do that.” There are people here who I actually pay to do these jobs. I don’t want Travis to feel obligated to help with everything. He’s already done so much.

Addison continues artfully placing mango slices as I come back over to her workstation with my coffee. “I let him know Leo and Paul were set to do it, but he said he doesn’t trust either of them to do it right, and he’d feel better knowing it wasn’t going to fall apart on us.”

Despite his lack of faith in the staff I hired, a burst of happiness shoots through me at hearing how much Travis cares. Even when I don’t ask him for help, he’s still helping me. He might be all gruff and growly with people sometimes, but I think it’s an act. If people knew just how good of a person he is, they’d walk all over him.

I need to be careful that I’m not doing that. I’ll make sure to let him know things at the inn are covered and he doesn’t need to worry about us anymore. Addison got in a bunch of applications, so she’ll be able to hire more help once all this craziness is over.

“But wait. If he came to help with the booth, then why is he upstairs?”

Addison barely lifts one shoulder in a half-assed shrug, still laser-focused on her task. “He heard one of the cleaning staff mention a wobbly bed, and I assume he went to fix it.”

“Oh geez.”

That man, I swear.