A snort of laughter escaped Julia. Having watched Bridget Jones’s Diary so recently, that scene was obviously still fresh in both their minds.

“What about you?” Andie eyed Julia. “How was your walk back?”

“Also wet.”

Andie coughed.

“Because of the rain,” Julia clarified, cheeks heating,

“Ri-i-ight,” Andie drawled, but she didn’t press for more details. Her gaze shifted to Julia’s notebook. “Making any progress?”

“Some.” Julia tapped her pen against her chin. “I’d like to interview the owner, but I don’t want to blow my cover.”

“So have Kat do it.”

“Have me do what?” Kat asked.

Andie glanced up. “There’s our third musketeer.”

Julia made room on the couch for Kat. “I was just telling Andie I have some questions I’d like to run by the owner.”

“And since I’m supposed to be you, you want me to do it,” Kat summarized, sliding in next to Julia. “Sure.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” Kat smiled. “Just don’t expect me to memorize the questions, okay? Send them to my phone—wait, you can’t do that.”

“I’ll give you my little notepad,” Julia decided, wondering why she hadn’t thought of it sooner. “I’ll write all my questions down and you can record the answers and give it back to me.” She started scribbling.

“What are you doing?” Andie demanded.

“Writing down my list of questions.” Julia cocked her head. “Weren’t you listening?”

“Put that away.” Andie waved a hand at the notebook. “Dinner first. Reporter stuff later.”

Julia and Kat shared a look before following Andie into the dining room. They both knew better than to argue with their friend when she was hungry.

“Where should we sit?” Andie asked.

“Depends.” Julia hesitated. “Are either of you expecting someone to join you?”

“I’m not, no.” Andie’s mouth pinched. “But that doesn’t mean a certain Packers fan won’t show up and try to tailgate at our table.”

Julia laughed. “What about you, Kat?”

“I haven’t seen Zach since breakfast,” she admitted, shoulders drooping.

Julia frowned in sympathy. “I’m sure he’ll turn up at some point.” She glanced around the room. She hadn’t made specific plans to see Luke, either, but she couldn’t help the twinge of disappointment when she didn’t catch sight of a head of tousled sandy hair rising above the crowd sitting down to dinner.

“It’ll be good to sit with some new people, meet other guests.” Some of the tables had already filled, but there were still plenty of open seats left. Julia pointed to an empty table off to the side. “How about over there?”

“Done,” Andie said.

By the time they reached the table, a pleasant-looking couple that Julia guessed to be in their early fifties had found their way to the same spot. “Mind if we share?” she asked.

“Please, join us.” The woman smiled and gestured to the open seats.