“Mr. Bucham, see you later.”

Julian smiled. “Okay, Ms. Crawford. That reminds me. Do you and the kids need a ride back to the hotel? I can pick you up.”

“Thank you for the offer, Mr. Bucham, but our transport is sorted. We chartered a bus, so we’ll take the bus back to the hotel after the competition.”

“Alright then. You don’t have to hire a bus next time. Just give me a call, and I’ll plan the logistics.”

Quinn grinned. “Alright. We’ll be in your care if we come over for another competition.”

There would always be competitions, but rarely were they held in Wiltspoon.

Quinn did not say no when Julian offered since the likelihood of her returning to Wiltspoon was slim to none. At least she would not be troubling Julian.

After the phone call, Julian was not going to sit and wait in the car until the afternoon.

The car was not the most comfortable place to wait, even if the air conditioner was blasting. It was sweltering outside.

He got out of the vehicle and entered the h