“Nope.” He grinned, looking quite pleased with himself. Fuzzy owned the biggest chicken farm around, and rumor had it his wife cooked chicken six ways to Sunday, which was why when she was out of town, Fuzzy always ended up here in the cafe for something a little different. “And fried okra.”

“I’ll put this right in.” She tucked her pad into her apron pocket and headed to the kitchen. “Fuzzy’s usual.” Kelly pushed the ticket onto the clip and spun it.

Andrew snapped the order up and then stage whispered from the pass-through, “For someone who complains that his wife won’t fix him anything but chicken, you’d think he might switch it up when he got the chance.”

She loved that twinkle in Andrew’s green eyes. His light brown hair was damp, which made that one piece of hair fall forward, giving him a tough-guy look. But she knew the ooey-gooey sweet side of him. “He did switch it up. He had cake as an appetizer.” She spun away with only a quick glance back, knowing Andrew would pick up on the playful jab.

Andrew leaned forward at the pass-through. “He loves my chicken-fried steak and gravy.”

“He ate a big slice of my cake, first,” she challenged.

“Saving the best for last,” he said with a playful smirk.

She turned and propped a hand on her hip. “I seem to remember helping you get that chicken-fried steak recipe just right.” Kelly had helped him with as many recipes as he’d helped her. It seemed like there was nothing they couldn’t perfect together.

Andrew straightened, his white apron splattered with grease and barbecue sauce. “Did I tell you that you look real pretty today?”

She swept a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. “Now you have.” She never tired of hearing him say that. With a smile on her face, she turned, and then looked over her shoulder. “Thank you.” He still made her heart race. She swept her thumb against the band of the diamond engagement ring on her left hand.

“Hey,” he called after her. “Mom texted me. She and Dad are coming in for dinner tonight.”

Kelly walked back over to him. “Great.” They’d hardly ever come in since Andrew had started work at the cafe. “What’s up?”

“They want to celebrate. Mom said it’s a surprise. Something about my great aunt.”

“That’s the one who lives in France, right?”

“We haven’t seen her in a couple of years. Not since the last time Dawn and I went for the summer. Maybe she’s coming for a visit,” he said. “Mom would love that. Will you save some cake for them? They love your chocolate cake.”

“Of course. I’ll put two slices aside right now. I can’t let my future in-laws down. How would that look?”

“Very bad.”