Page 44 of The Perfect Love

As fun as it is to buddy read with Robbie, reading a series like this with Trevor might make me spontaneously combust.

It’d be totally worth it, though.

This is stop number three-point-five on our date, and I’m kind of hoping it never ends. I don’t want my sparkly perfect date to turn back into a pumpkin.

Or something like that.

Maybe I should look for some fairytale retellings.

“You’ve got a wandering eye,” Trevor says, voice way too husky for this small-town bookstore.

I turn to him with my sweetest smile. “You brought me to a bookstore. I don’t know what else you’d expect.”

He nods toward the books I was looking at. “Go pick one. And grab a copy for me too.”

I pop a kiss on his cheek. “Keep treating me like this and you’ll never get rid of me.”

His smoldering eyes tell me that’s the plan.

And if it is… I think I like it.

After buying all the books, he leads me back out onto Old Lake Town’s main street.

It’s not far from my apartment building, and there are views of the lake in the distance.

“So, what’s next?”

He smiles and looks down the street. “Dinner, but it’s not just one stop. On this strip, there are two food trucks and three restaurants with walk-up windows. We’re doing a food tour and stopping at all of them.”

“Books and street food? You know the way to my heart.”

“Figuring it out, at least. C’mon.”

He takes the bag of books in one hand and grabs my hand with the other. Something about the way he tugs on my arm makes me feel like a little kid running off to find the best ride at a carnival.

“Okay, so, we have a walk-up window at the Mexican restaurant, the noodle place, and the Italian restaurant with the grilled pizzas. Then there’s a Korean food truck and Burgers and Sh!t, which is a food truck from Ida. Where are we going first?”

I laugh at that. “We’re going to need our own truck to put all the food in.”

“Nah, we’ll take it slow.”

“Okay, I’m thinking noodles first. Good appetizer. Then maybe tacos?”

“Perfect. Let’s get started.”

We don’t take it slow. We order something from each place and try to balance it all in our hands. Burgers and Sh!t is our last stop, and when we get to the window to order, the man in thetruck gets a huge smile on his face. “Trevor Matteny. How many of you kids are up here these days?”

“The whole friend group practically. How are you, Benny?”

“I’m doing well. Expanding out to some of the college towns has been great for our business. How about you? Since the accident?”

I almost laugh. Somehow, the small-town charm of Ida has landed here in the middle of Old Lake Town.

“I’m okay. By the way, this is Chelsea. Consider her an extension of the friend group.”

Benny gives Trevor a knowing smile. “So always give her extra fries. Got it.” He winks at us. “What’ll you have?”

Gesturing to the rest of the food, Trevor orders the mixed sliders appetizer and some fries. Somehow, I don’t think we were getting away without fries.

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