‘I think he covered everything short of the molecular structure of chowder.' Birdie joked.
Cally chuckled. 'Don't give him ideas, or we’ll never make it out of here.’
They made their way to the refreshment table at the back of the hall, where a spread of biscuits, tea, a few bottles of wine and beer had been laid out. Nancy was standing pouring a glass of wine and looked a bit frazzled.
'All good?' Birdie asked.
Nancy rolled her eyes. 'You have no idea. Colin's on form. Say no more. He’ll be taking our inside leg measurements next. He needs a chill pill.’
Cally glanced over to where Colin was still at the front, surrounded by a group of Lovelies, gesticulating wildly as he no doubt expounded on some minute detail of festival planning. Just then, the side door opened, and Cally saw Logan step into the hall. Looking slightly out of place in smart work clothes, she watched as his eyes scanned the room. He smiled and waved when he saw her. She felt a flutter in her stomach as she waved back.
As he made his way through the crowd, nodding hellos to a few people, Birdie nudged Cally with her elbow. 'Looks like someone's come to sweep you off your feet. Or at least rescue you from another hour of Colin. Prince Charming has officially entered the building.’
‘I think he might have to save us all.’ Cally said with a smile.
Logan charmed as he reached them. ‘Ladies. Good evening. How are we all? I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?'
Nancy chuckled. 'We were just discussing how we can get Colin to calm down about the festival. Care to weigh in with any advice on that?'
‘I wouldn’t dare! How’s it all going?’ Logan asked. ‘Everything under control?’
‘Yeah, fine. I think everyone has had their roles assigned. We’ve been planning since last year. It’s all downhill from here on in.’
‘All that’s needed then is to make sure Lovely delivers on the weather.’ Logan noted.
‘The one thing our Colin cannot guarantee.’ Nancy said with a chuckle. ‘Though, if he could find a way, I am sure he would try to make it happen.’
Birdie laughed. ‘He would. If he could order sunshine and warm weather, it would be on his list.’
Logan smiled. ‘I heard he’s going all out on the bunting and lights this year.’
Nancy frowned. ‘How do you know that?’
‘There may have been a call to the manor for assistance.’
‘He’s a one, isn’t he?’ Birdie laughed.
‘Lovely Manor may have donated a thing or two.’ Logan noted.
‘Makes sense.’ Nancy nodded. ‘I wondered about that. He doesn’t leave a stone unturned.’
‘Nope.’
Birdie joked. ‘You wouldn’t want to make an enemy of him around here.’
‘Definitely not.’
Logan widened his eyes. ‘I wouldn’t want to make an enemy of anyone around here.’
‘True that.’ Nancy nodded.
Birdie agreed. ‘Yep.’
Nancy looked directly at Logan and joked. ‘You don’t want to be upsetting any Lovelies, especially our Cally here.’
They all chuckled, and Cally felt a warm, Lovely fuzz at being included in the little community. Shame she didn't quite know what was around the corner. It would soon take more than a Lovely fuzz to make her feel better.
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