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Wright wants to make his apple crumble thingie for Sunday brunch this weekend. Sunday brunch is the restaurant’s busiest time.”
    She said it with such conviction, like Roark needed to be convinced. Right now, the restaurant was what kept them afloat.
    â€œI know Sundays are busy.”
    â€œThen you know Wright has to make his apple crumble thingie and we kind of have to have apples for him to make it.”
    He scrolled through the contacts in his phone until he reached the number for Stewart Farms. He forwarded it to Sophie’s phone and it rang in her pocket.
    She wrinkled her nose again. “I do not have time to talk to anyone right now.”
    â€œIt’s me, Soph. I just sent you the number to the farm.”
    â€œOh.” She checked her phone, then almost dropped it when she clamped her hand down on his arm.
    â€œOw.” For someone so tiny, she had a grip like the jaws of a pit bull.
    â€œThat event planner, the one who did the big wedding in Charleston—Madison. She’s supposed to be here today.”
    â€œYes. She is here.”
    â€œOh my god. Where? When?”
    â€œShe got here about an hour or so ago and I showed her around.”
    Sophie threw her hands up. “Why didn’t you say so? How did it go? What did she think? Is she going to book us? She used to work for Echols Events and they handle some big names. A big-name event is exactly what we need.”
    His little sister had done the recon on Madison as soon as she’d called to make an appointment. Sophie had said the name sounded familiar, and sure enough, Madison’s name had shown up in a Charleston style magazine in an article about a big wedding, right before she left her employer to go into business on her own.
    Roark stood, hoping to corral his sister’s anxiety. Beau was right beside him. “This might be a big event, Sis. Let’s don’t get too far ahead of ourselves. She hasn’t booked us yet, but I think it’s going really well. She likes the place so far.”
    â€œWe could use a successful wedding on our books.”
    He didn’t have to be reminded of that fact. “Soph.” Roark towered over her, so he put his hands on her shoulders and bent his knees so she wouldn’t have to crane her neck. After all the years of reassuring Sophie that everything was going to be okay, he automatically took that position anytime she worried about anything. “I’m taking care of it. Everything is going to be okay.”
    â€œWhere is Madison now?”
    â€œShe had some questions about the restaurant and a few details, so I left her with Devlin.”
    Sophie looked at him with bug eyes. “You left her with Dev? Since when is that a good idea?”
    â€œNever, but I can’t cut him out completely. He’s already giving me the stink eye every chance he gets. If I interrupt him now, it’ll be next year before he stops pouting.”
    â€œDon’t be like that. See, this is why the two of you fight.”
    â€œWe fight because he wants an on-staff sommelier, classes for yoga and cooking, even freaking ballroom dancing. He acts like we’re the Sandals of the Smokies.”
    Sophie bumped his arm with her fist. “Dev is a good businessman, like you, but he’s . . . creative. Imaginative, and that’s a positive. Y’all balance each other out.”
    Roark barked out a laugh and had to dodge another one of her punches that looked like it held more force.
    He put his hands out to block her tiny fists of fury. “The important thing is, the tour with Madison is going well and I’ll finish when she’s done talking to Dev.”
    â€œOh, you’ll finish it? You don’t want your hospitality manager to take over?” She stepped back and somehow managed to look down her nose at him.
    â€œNo, I don’t. Besides, Madison and I speak the same language. We have . . . rapport.” He was not going