Chapter 121

IF THERE WERE MORE appealing scents to start the morning than bacon and coffee, Trey didn't know what they were. The lure of both drew him through the door of Dinner Belles. Even at eight-thirty, the diner was doing brisk business, with three-quarters of the tables still full of patrons nursing plates of pancakes, eggs, sausage, and grits. He could feel his arteries clogging from the smell alone and made a mental note to add a couple of miles to his run tomorrow. Seeing no sign of Sandy, he made a beeline for a booth just being cleared.

After she'd called the water and light department, their tête-à-tête to brainstorm wedding venues - and their unexpected reunion - had been put on hold. They'd had just enough time to inhale the dinner she'd prepared before she had to go in to meet with her people. Hence this morning's breakfast meeting.

The petite brunette, whose name tag read Hannah, shot a sunny smile in his direction. "I'll be out of your way in a jiff."

"No rush."