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I jerk my hand free. “Nothing. I’m tired and want to go home.” I stalk to his bike, and when I reach it, I cross my arms and stand there.

He doesn’t say another word, just passes me my helmet, climbs on, and fires the bike up, then waits while I climb on. As we ride through the lot, I see Kyle watching us pull out.

CHAPTER TEN

Kyle—

We’re an hour into the lunch rush, and word of mouth has evidently spread about my chicken chili and cornbread. And my homemade onion rings are a big hit. There’s a line ten deep.

I’m glad because I know I can’t be open for dinner, thanks to Melissa and Harley setting me up on that damn blind date. I mean, the girl is beautiful, but I’ve never been great at hitting on women, and making small talk with strangers isn’t at the top of my list, either.

Sutton is helping me, and when I look over, she’s reaching for her phone.

“Give me a minute, okay?” She heads toward the door.

“Where are you going? We have a line.”

“I know. Isn’t it awesome? I’m going to grab a couple of pictures and post a video. It’ll only take a few minutes.”

I roll my eyes. “Hurry.”

I keep up with the orders, but also continue to have one eye out the window. Sutton takes a few selfies with the camera over her head, getting the line and food truck in the shot. When next I check on her, she’s doing a video, interviewing some people in line.

After about ten minutes, she comes back inside.

“I got some great stuff. They really love your food. Word is starting to spread. I can’t wait to get this posted.” She’s staring at her phone, her fingers moving over the screen.

“Do you have to do that now? I could use your help.”

“Just one more second…” Her second takes more like sixty seconds before she finally slips her phone in her pocket.

The line doesn’t die down for almost an hour, but I can’t complain. We’re raking in the dough—at least enough to keep the bills paid this month.

When we get a breather, Sutton slips her phone out and scans it.

“Oh, my God.”

“What?” I snap.

“The video I shot? It already has a ton of views. This thing could go viral. Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

“Sure, but that’s like lightning striking. There’s no way to control it.”

“I get that, but it’s still fun to hope.”

Once the lunch rush is over, I start shutting things down.

“What are you doing? We’re going to have a crowd tonight. I just know it,” Sutton insists.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I’ve got that date to get to.”

“Oh.” Her faces falls. “I forgot about that. Sully’s right?”

“Yeah.”

“But I did all this marketing. People will show up.”

“I can’t do anything about it.”

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