some of the people in it.
Maya was happy to note that her lunch special included a large homemade scone and two crispy-cooked pieces of chicken. She slathered the scone with sweet cream honey butter before pouring warm maple syrup over the top. Her first bite melted in her mouth and she forced herself not to moan.
“I know, right?” Her aunt swallowed a bite and took a sip of tea. Bill Taylor, the man who runs the place can cook like no body’s business.”
Maya took another bite, shaking her head in agreement. So far she’d tried Milly’s peach pies and now Bill’s chicken and scone. It seemed that country living produced some delicious food.
When Aliza came back to give them their bill, Maya paid, leaving Aliza a nice tip. The waitress smiled, and then paused.
“Okay, I’m dying to tell someone and since you’re new in town, I’ll tell you.”
“What?” Maya said, twining her fingers.
“It’s just that Jackson Bale, only the hottest, most gorgeous guy in the county has finally been given the ultimatum from his daddy.”
Aunt Patty’s smile disappeared. “Maybe you shouldn’t gossip, Aliza. It doesn’t become you.”
Never mind Patty had just gossiped for the last hour. “What? I want to know.” Maya couldn’t help thinking about Jackson’s smile and his kind blue eyes.
Aliza giggled and indicated Maya should scoot over. “Well, as you may or may not know, Jackson is the thirty-year-old heir to the Bale family fortune.”
“I didn’t know,” Maya said, since she seemed to be waiting on her to answer.
“I didn’t think so.”
Patty crossed her arms and leaned back, seemingly resolute to let the girl get out whatever was on her mind.
“His daddy is dyin’. Cancer, you see, and him and Milly want to see their oldest child married.”
“I’m so sorry about his dad.” Maya glanced at Patty, who nodded that it was true.
“They’ve given him sixty days to find himself a woman and get engaged. With a marriage within thirty days after that.”
“Whoa, that’s fast. Does he have a girlfriend?” She tried to act casual, but her stomach felt queasy. Not that she felt like she had dibs. Of course not. She’d just met him. He’d done something really nice, gentlemanly even by bringing in her boxes. That was it.
“No, but he will here real soon.” She patted Maya on the hand like they’d been friends for years. “I’m throwing my hat in the ring, and I know I won’t be the only one.” She leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “Peach Valley’s most eligible bachelor is on the market.” She giggled, her face getting flushed. “Have you met him? Probably not, but the man is gorgeous, even if he is a little old. He’s still hot.”
Maya gave her aunt a sideways glance and noticed she was smirking.
“Sorry, not old.” Aliza giggled louder. “But, you know, older than me. By a lot. Which is fine. I mean he’s seriously smokin’ hot. Have you seen him?”
Maya waited for the girl to take a breath before she responded. “I have. He is good looking.”
Aliza nudged Maya. “Adam Levine is good looking. Blake Shelton is good looking. Jackson is not good looking. He’s so fine, he makes my knees literally go weak every time I see him.”
“Wow,” was all Maya could say. “But question?”
Aliza touched her middle fingers to her thumbs, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. “I’m ready. Ask me.”
Patty shook her head. “You need a hobby, girl.”
Aliza pouted, then bounced off her seat, placing a foot under her before sitting again. “I just got one.”
Patty continued to shake her head.
Maya forced herself not to laugh. “What happens if Jackson doesn’t want to get married? What if, god forbid, he doesn’t find the woman of his dreams within the allotted time?”
Aliza shook her head like a wet puppy on a hot summer day. “No way. Jackson will not let that happen. Nooooo way. If he doesn’t marry in ninety days, his daddy will sell Bale ranch.