Free Reserved by Tracy Ewens

set her down and kissed her forehead.
    “Yes, reasonable. I’m a waitress and I don’t have time for this.” She put her chubby little hands on her hips, and Kenna watched her oldest brother melt into the booth.
    “I get it, oh Magnificent One. Head on back to work.”
    Paige reached up and pinched his cheek, and Garrett laughed.
    “I’m totally her favorite,” Garrett said to Logan, who was now sitting next to their dad.
    Logan shook his head. “You don’t have a nickname, remember. Favorites always have a nickname. You’re just . . . uncle.” Logan exaggerated a wince. “Sorry, man. Firstborn but second-place uncle.”
    Before Garrett could continue the same stupid argument they had at least once a month, Kenna handed out copies of weekly financials for the farm and gave Logan the reports for The Yard. Libby took their orders with her sidekick and once the pancakes arrived, the family meeting was underway.
    Kenna assured her brother that the cultivator replacement blades had already been ordered and that the guy he put her in touch with gave her such a deal they now had a backup. Garrett looked like a kid on Christmas morning, and Kenna moved on to the increase in feed costs and confirmed the dates of the Malendar wedding.
    “This will be our first catering job and I guess we should hire someone, but I thought you could handle it, Kenna,” Logan said.
    Makenna clicked on the reminder to buy some foam balls for Paige’s solar system diorama that was due next week and shot her brother a “don’t I have enough to do?” look. “Is that in my job description?”
    All three men laughed.
    “Oh darlin’, you tried that when you were little too. It’s all right there under ‘other duties as assigned,’” her father said.
    “Plus, you’re a woman. Isn’t your kind all about overachieving?” Garrett popped his last bit of bacon into his mouth.
    “My kind? Hey, have you guys discovered fire yet in the cave?”
    Garrett laughed and ruffled the bun on top of her head. Kenna smacked his shoulder.
    “All right, settle down,” their dad said, as if they were all still kids around the breakfast table.
    Come to think of it, when they got together, it usually felt that way.
    “Kenna, if you’re not up to it, we can look for someone. Maybe a part-time catering manager,” Logan said, flipping through his report.
    “No. Do you see those financials, all that black ink? We are finally looking so good. I don’t want to mess with it. How hard can one wedding be?”
    Logan smiled. He’d gotten his way, and Kenna would now need to create a new calendar. She really didn’t mind a project. She liked being busy. Besides, it would be fun working with Kate and Grady. Since Grady’s sister, Kara, was marrying Logan next year, they’d all become sort of close.
    “Travis is all yours, I promise.”
    Kenna almost knocked her drink across the table. “Excuse me?”
    Garrett steadied her glass.
    “Travis. You can have him for the wedding. He’s got some great ideas, and I’m still working with him while we put together the tasting menu. Kate and Grady are coming in a couple of weeks to taste test and pick their favorites, but since Kara’s in the wedding, I need to be a guest that night. I’ll leave the actual wedding to you and Travis.”
    Kenna focused on being grateful her laptop wasn’t covered in Coke and nodded.
    “Is there a problem?” Logan asked.
    She said nothing but at least managed to shake her head the other way to indicate things were fine. More work, trying to date, Travis without his shirt on in her dream, an outspoken daughter . . . everything was just fine. She could work with Travis; she’d done it before. Granted, not on something as large as a wedding, but they worked together with Logan when the senator did his volunteer thing. This was a wedding and knowing Kate and Grady, it would be fun. Kenna wasn’t sure she had time for fun, but she was turning over a new leaf, making time for