My sister had been flitting around for a couple of hours, reconnecting with people she hadn’t seen since last summer. Though she’d said hello when she and Zane arrived, we hadn’t talked in any detail.

“You guys are really doing this, huh?” she said, obviously tuning in to what Kemp was saying.

“We’re really doing it. Finally. Later than planned. Not going to make our July Fourth goal, but we’re shooting for late July.”

“Some things you can’t rush. You know, Sierra’s brother-in-law Hunter was a brand manager at a brewery in Chicago for several years until he moved back to Nashville to run his family’s bar.”

Kemp apparently heard her because he asked, “Which one?”

Hayden tilted her head as she appeared to search her memory. “No idea. One that makes beer,” she said oh so helpfully.

“That narrows it down.” I tugged a strand of her hair.

“I can find out tomorrow. Sierra might know but she goes to bed early, and I’m sure Kennedy’s asleep too, between having a thirteen-month-old and being pregnant again. Hunter owns Clayborne’s on the Corner, down the street from my store. I’ve taken you there several times.”

“Close to downtown?” Kemp asked. “On Hale Street?”

My sister nodded. “Right across from Sugar Babies Sweet Shop.” Because Hayden related everything to where she could get her next sugar fix.

“I saw Midnight Moonshine play there,” Kemp said. “Great little venue. We should drive in and meet this Hunter guy. See if he has any advice.”

“You could take me to lunch while you’re at it,” Hayden said.

It sounded like Hunter could have invaluable experience, and maybe he’d be willing to share info with us. “If you hook us up with Hunter, I’ll treat. Lunch and dessert.”

“You’re on.” Hayden set her phone to remind her to get in touch with Kennedy tomorrow.

I hooked my arm around her neck and pulled her closer in an affectionate but rough-housing side hug. “Some days you’re not too bad, Hay.”

Her husband, Zane, had been on the other side of the dwindling fire talking to Cash, who’d showed up just a few minutes ago after finishing at Henry’s. Zane strode up to Hayden’s side and slid his arm around her middle as I let her go.

“You can have her, man,” I said, grinning.

Zane, who I liked a lot—liked him on his own merits, liked the way he treated my sister, respected the hell out of him as both a pilot and a father—was a quiet guy. He just grinned at me and nodded.

“Are you ready to go?” Hayden asked him.

“I am. It’s been fun, but we have an hour-long drive, and Harrison will be home before we know it in the morning.”