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“Don’t be a dick, Rafe. You know how hard he’s worked. This is his shot.”

“I said she could go, didn’t I?”

I walk into the building and stand in line. A moment later, I feel a presence at my side. It’s Sutton.

“I’ll come with you,” she offers.

“You sure?” I ask, wondering if I should even consider taking her up on her offer. Traveling alone with her—it’s insane to think about. Yet I find the words tumbling out of my mouth. “It’s a three-day festival.”

She bites her lip. “This is your big shot. We have to do it. So, do we camp?”

Green comes in from the deck and walks over to us, his eyes hitting Sutton. “You goin’ with him?”

“Yes.”

“She’s concerned about sleeping in a tent,” I tell him.

“I didn’t say that exactly.”

“Sara and I have a camper. We bought it two years ago so we could go to the Grand Canyon. You can take that.”

“A camper?” I ask. “What kind?”

He pulls out his phone and shows me a picture. “It’s built on the chassis of a Ford 350. It’s 22ft long, and there’s a trailer hitch so you can pull your food trailer. There are two couches on either side that fold down to beds.”

“Is there a bathroom?” Sutton asks.

“Yep, even a small shower and kitchenette. AC, heat… everything you need.”

“You sure you want me to take that? It looks expensive as hell,” I say.

“It was. Sara’s father chipped in. He’s big into RVing and wanted us to get into it, too.”

“How’d that work out?” I ask with a grin.

“Hey, I dig it. Just don’t have a lot of time for it lately.”

“Are you seriously offering this thing, Green? That’s a big deal.”

“Absolutely. It’ll be perfect for what you need, and I’m happy it’ll get some use.”

I look at Sutton. “What do you think?”

“Let’s do it.”

Green grins and taps her chin with a wink. “Thatta girl.” His attention shifts to me. “You got a chance to make some good money at this thing. Maybe even enough to start up a real brick and mortar restaurant.”

Sutton frowns and searches my eyes. “Is that your dream? A real restaurant?”

I shrug. “I mean, if this thing takes off, it’d be nice to get out of that trailer.”

Green clamps a hand on my shoulder. “This is a great opportunity for you, Kyle. I hope everything works out.” His eyes shift between Sutton and me, and I get the feeling he’s talking about more than just the festival.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Kyle—

I open the door as boots stomp up my steps. Green stands there, twirling a set of keys on his finger.

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