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“Bite me,” I snap and head to the door, my VP’s laughter following me inside.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Kyle—

The following day, Sutton and I work the lunch and dinner rush at the Farmer’s Market. When we finish and close up, my phone goes off.

RAFE: CAN YOU BRING SUTTON TO THE CLUBHOUSE AND I’LL PICK HER UP THERE?

ME: I CAN, BUT IT’LL HAVE TO BE ON MY BIKE. I’M NOT HAULING THE TRAILER ALL THE WAY TO THE CLUBHOUSE AND I’M NOT UNHITCHING IT TONIGHT.

RAFE: FINE. JUST MEET ME AT THE CLUBHOUSE

“What is it?” Sutton asks, glancing at my phone.

“Rafe wants me to give you a ride to the clubhouse. Said he’ll pick you up there after I drop the trailer off at my place.”

“Okay.”

I’m not sure she even knows the significance of this, but if Rafe is good with it, I’ll take any chance I can to spend more time with her.

I lock up the food truck, and we climb into my pickup and haul it to my house, where I plan to leave it parked for the night.

“That was her. I’m sure of it.” Sutton picks up the conversation we’d been having earlier.

“The lady in the baseball cap and sunglasses?” I ask, glancing over. “I doubt it.”

“It was her. I’ve heard she wears disguises sometimes, so she gets to give an honest opinion.”

“Well, she did order three different items.” I hang my wrist over the steering wheel and watch the reflection of the streetlights flash across the windshield.

“Exactly. She got the chicken chili, cornbread, the onion rings, and a cheeseburger. I watched her sit at one of the picnic tables. She tasted everything, then made notes on her phone after each bite. Then she dumped the rest in the trash and left.”

I lift a brow. “She threw my food away. That can’t be good.”

“Food critics do that. They can’t possibly eat everything they review.”

“If you say so.”

In a few minutes, I pull into my driveway and park. We climb out and head to my bike. The neighborhood is quiet, crickets chirping in the night air.

I dig my spare helmet out of my saddlebag and hand it over.

Putting Sutton on the back of my bike is a dream come true. It’s not something I would ever normally do, because brothers don’t haul around another member’s girl on the back of their bike. That’s sacred. But I can only assume Rafe knew just what he was asking when he said it.

She climbs on the back and wraps her arms around me, holding on tight. It feels good. It feels right.

As we drive across town, I don’t want it to end, so I take the long way.

Finally, I pull into the clubhouse lot, and we climb off. I lead her to the bar, and we take two stools. “You think she liked the food? The Five Forks lady,” I clarify.

Sutton grins. “How could she not? She’ll give your food Five Forks for sure.”

Green turns from his stool. “Some chick giving you forks? Is that like one of them dating app winks?”

I chuckle, and Sutton explains. “It’s like getting five stars. It’s a way of reviewing his food.”

“Huh. How ‘bout that?” Green stands, reaches over the bar top, and grabs a handful of forks. “Here. I’ll give you five forks.”

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