Page 87 of Breakfast in Bed

“We won’t work at another restaurant unless it’s owned by a family member,” Tonya said, finishing his statement.

“How do you know that?”

“St. John told me.”

“But there’s still the possibility that he can work for me. Your son deserves to get his life together before it’s too late, and I’m willing to do my part.”

Shifting slightly, Gage stared at Tonya. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Her dimples winked at him when she smiled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do.”

Her eyebrows lifted questioningly. “Do I?”

“Do you recall us talking about the wordmarry?”

“I believe I do recall that word.”

Gage moved over her body, supporting his greater weight on his elbows. “I think we were moving so quickly we didn’t take the time to really get to know each other. It was different for Hannah and St. John because they met each other in high school. I still want to marry you, but I’m willing to wait until you’re ready. And if you agree to become a Toussaint, then be prepared to have two Toussaints working for you: me and Wesley.”

“You would really come work and with me?”

“Hell, yeah. I’m even willing to work two jobs—one in the kitchen and the other with the band.”

Tonya sat up. “Oh, my word! I just came up with the names for the supper club and café.”

Gage eased her back down to the mattress. “What are they?”

“Toussaints for the supper club and Martine’s for the café.”

“How very French,” he crooned. “Now, when do you plan to become an official Toussaint?”

“June. I’ve always wanted to be a June bride.”

“Then a June bride you’ll be.”

“Please let me up, Gage, so I can shower and change. I’m ready to go home so my fiancé can serve me breakfast in bed.”

“I’ll be in the garden whenever you’re ready.” He didn’t want to tell Tonya that he needed to be alone—alone to pray for his son, to pray for forgiveness, and pray in gratitude that he had met a woman who has restored his faith in love.