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“The gift shop has free room,” Baldwyn was quick to offer.
I wasn’t about to open some little piece of crap inside the gift shop. “I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so about what?” Patton asked. “The whole idea? Or just the gift shop?”
“Kind of the whole idea.” I was met with blank stares. “I mean, it is a good idea, Tyrell. Don’t get me wrong. But I have something a little different in mind.”
“Great!” Tyrell shouted as he clapped his hands loudly. “You’ve got an idea then. Tell it to us. Give us some insight into what you want to do, Stone.”
Warner looked at me with knowing eyes. “He doesn’t have it mapped out yet.”
“Not yet,” I agreed.
Cohen chewed his lower lip then said, “One year, Stone. Give yourself just one year to come up with something that you can add to our group. We’re not here to squash anyone’s dreams. We’re all here to help lift each other up. Feel free to talk to any of us about anything that comes to mind. No idea is too stupid to run by one of us, at least.”
Nodding, I knew my time had come.One year—time to stop messing around and get shit done.
Chapter Four
Jessa
Sitting at the small desk in the back of Hamburger Hut, I heard a man asking, “Is Jessa here?”
Tammy sounded put out as she answered, “Are you serious, dude? Come on. She’s a busy person.”
I sat there, unsure if I should go out there to see who was asking for me. I didn’t want to step foot out there if some weirdo wanted to see me.
“Can you just tell me if she’s here or not?” he asked, sounding a little aggravated. “What are you, the Hamburger Hut police?” He sounded attractive, with a deep voice and a Texan accent. His voice sounded sort of familiar too.
“No, I’m just a potato sack-wearing girl with nothing better to do, you jerk.”
Potato sack?
I jumped up as I suddenly realized who she was talking to. Pushing the swinging door open, I walked out behind the counter. “Tammy, please try to talk in a more respectful manner.” I did not know why she had to be rude to the man — we were already on thin ice with him after the cockroach incident.
“Mr. Nash, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” I hoped it was going to be a pleasure and that he wasn’t there to let me know he would be suing us.
“What’s this mister crap?” His blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at me. “Jessa, can you take a break?”
I could do anything if it meant he wouldn’t be stirring up trouble for me at my job. “Sure, Stone.” I was starving anyway. “Tammy, tell Bob to make me the usual.” I looked at Stone. “It’s on the house if you care for anything. Anything at all.”
He held up a bottle of water he’d brought in with him. “I’m good.”
Walking out from behind the counter, I set my eyes on a table in the far corner. “You don’t even trust our bottled water, huh?”
“Not even a little.” He walked next to me, so close that our arms grazed.
A spark shot through me — I assumed it was a result of static electricity. “Oh! You shocked me.”
“Did I?” He hadn’t seemed to have noticed the little shock that had passed between us.
“Static electricity.” I took a seat while he took the one across from me. I wore my ugly uniform, and he was dressed in a pale blue pullover and some jeans that fit him oh-so-right. “You look a lot better than you did last night.”
“About last night. I’d like to apologize for anything I may have said. To be honest, I don’t recall everything we talked about. So, if we could strike that night from our record, I’d be extremely thankful.”
“You didn’t say anything too bad.”
Tammy dropped the tray of food in front of me. “I’d love an apology.” She eyed Stone as she ran her hands over her uniform. “You said our uniforms look like potato sacks.”
