He shrugs. “So? Kenzie wants to murder me, and I’ve been invited for the past three years. We shoot daggers at each other, then eat pie.”

I snort, heading toward the buffet. I’m starving, and the turkey potpie Maize made for lunch smells delicious.

“You don’t think John and Mila would mind an extra person?”

“Nah, they told me to invite you too. Everyone eats with their families, then we show up here for dessert.”

I like the idea of seeing Maize outside of the B&B, where she can’t disappear or make excuses for why she can’t stick around. She’ll have to play nice in front of her parents.

“Alright, I’ll go.”

I load a plate, and Grayson fills his too. “Cool, I’ll let Mila know to add a chair for ya. But get ready to nap for three hours after.”

Chuckling, I find a table and take a seat. I look around, wondering where Maize is today because she’s usually in the dining area during the rush.

“She’s in the kitchen,” Grayson tells me without asking. I blink and furrow my brows. “Maize. She’s prepping all the desserts for tomorrow. Kenzie’s helping with dishes while Sandra and Jane refill the buffet and prep for dinner.”

I skipped breakfast and opted for a protein shake, so I didn’t get to see her this morning. “So I assume you ran into Kenzie then?”

She’s been away at college and came home a couple of days ago.

“Like an asteroid.”

Laughing, I shake my head and dig into the best potpie I’ve ever had.

“So, tell me the truth about you and Maize. There’s way too much…” He waves around his fork. “Sexual tension. Did you two meet before or something?”

I keep my head down and focus on my food.

“Dude, that’s a yes.” He points at me.

“That’s a ‘mind your own damn business.’”

He scoffs and acts offended. The kid is ten years younger than me, and I don’t have the energy to gossip like a teenager.

“I knew it.” He beams, and I roll my eyes.

“Kenzie’s hated me since the first day we met, and I honestly have no idea what her problem is.”

“You ever thought about askin’ her?”

“I have a million times, but she’s determined to bust my balls.” He shakes his head, swallowing down his food. “She tells me to ‘fuck off,’ ‘eat shit,’and—my personal favorite—‘go to hell, jackass.’ I’m convinced she’s confused me with someone else because I didn’t do a damn thing to her.”

That seems suspicious, and I halfway wonder if they slept together, and he doesn’t remember her. It’s not out of the realm of possibilities, considering Maize claims she doesn’t. Except I think Grayson’s being genuine, which makes it worse.