So I ask him. “Any chance you two hooked up, but when you officially met at the ranch, you didn’t recognize her?”

“Not possible. I’d remember Kenzie.”

“You sure about that?” I challenge, finishing the last of my food.

Grayson wrinkles his face. “About eighty percent.”

I chuckle. “Or maybe you did something else to her? Ran over her dog, called her fat, fucked her best friend?”

“Jesus,” he mutters, laughing. “I mean, I don’t think so. But I wish she’d tell me already.”

“Well…” I stand, grabbing my empty plate. “Good luck with that.”

“Ha, thanks.” He follows as we put up our dirty dishes. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Lunch is at one.”

“I’ll be there.”

We walk toward the front door and wave to a few guests on the way.

“Oh, and dress nice,” he warns me. “Everyone’s expected to be in their Sunday best.”

“Seriously? Alright.”

“Yep. Slacks, button-up, nice shoes.”

“I’ll see what I can do. See ya later, man,” I say, then we go our separate ways.

After digging through my closet, I finally find something “nice” to wear. I can’t remember the last time I dressed up, but I have a couple of pairs of black slacks and a few button-up shirts.

Once I’ve showered and dressed, I grab the flowers I bought from the grocery store yesterday and head to my truck. I arrive at John and Mila’s at the same time as Grayson, and we walk to the front door together.

“Lookin’ pretty sharp,” he taunts as he knocks on the wood.

“I know how to clean up when I have to.”

Grayson looks at the flowers. “Those for Maize?”

I grin. “Nope.”

Mila answers with a smile and moves to the side to let us in. “Hey, boys. Glad y’all came.”

“Thank you for the invite,” I tell her, handing over the bouquet. “These are for you, Mrs. Bishop.”

“Oh, Gavin. You didn’t have to do that.” She sniffs them and smiles wide. “They smell lovely, thank you.”

“Of course.”

Grayson and I follow her to the kitchen, and I immediately smirk when I see Maize’s expression go from happy to annoyed. By her reaction, she didn’t know I was coming.

“Maize, can you find me a vase, please? Gavin was so sweet to bring these for me,” Mila asks, setting them down on the counter.

Maize studies me, and replies, “Sure, Mom.”

“John’s just finishing up some paperwork at the B&B and will be home any minute. Then we can dive right in,” Mila explains.

“Where’s Kenzie?” Grayson asks.

“Actively avoiding you.” Maize snorts, carrying a crystal vase. “Wish I could say I was doing the same.” She glares at me.

Grayson puts a hand on his chest over his heart. “You mean she hasn’t missed me? I’m hurt.”