Max grabbed the last item they needed out of his Jeep and headed back toward the booth. It looked like most people were finished setting up now, and before long, the visitors would start pouring in, or at least, that’s what he’d been told to expect. Lexi was sitting on the barstool still, her hands now empty, and she was looking off in the distance, an introspective expression on her face. He wondered what she was thinking about, but as he made his way back, he decided not to ask her. He’d gone from trying to get to know her better to fighting the urge to ask about her every thought in just a matter of days. It was an adjustment, one he still wasn’t sure he should be making.
Setting the box down on the table, he surveyed the grounds. “Looks like there’s plenty to keep the kids busy.” He t
