Travis asked the following Thursday morning as they gathered to discuss the Malendar wedding, which was now less than three weeks away. “Sure is.” Kenna sucked it between her lips, then licked her bottom lip and wrinkled her nose. Travis was finding it next to impossible to maintain a professional working relationship with Makenna sucking on a bright red Ring Pop, but just as he was about to suggest they share, Logan saved the day with his professional purpose. “Okay, Kenna spoke with Twisted Tree and they’re all set to provide the wine.” Logan flipped to a page on his yellow pad and sat next to both of them at the corner table of the bar. Travis looked at Makenna when she shifted and her leg bumped his. Her face was in her laptop, but he could have sworn she was doing all of this on purpose. She sucked the Ring Pop again. “We are doing the roasted vegetables with a choice of the sea bass or the filet?”
