Mylips twitched, but I suppressed my smile. “You’re stalling, and I havecustomers.”
Hishead dropped back, and he let out a frustrated growl. “Fine. Two desserts.” Helooked at me once again. “Can I order now? Please?”
“Youhave to eat it inside the truck.”
“What?”
Ipointed to the space behind Molly. “I don’t trust you, Wyatt. If you’reordering it, you’re eating in here.”
“Woman!”He pulled out his wallet despite his frustration. “Fine, but hurry. My break’salmost over.”
Istepped back from the window and moved to open the door for Wyatt. He marchedinside, eating up all the small space with his lanky frame.
Sensinghis hurry, I rushed to make his gyro sliders. I had made meatballs instead ofthe traditional shaved lamb and let them simmer in Mediterranean gravy all day.They were amazing. And perfectly spiced.
Ithad only taken me the entire week to get the recipe right.
Andit had absolutely nothing to do with Killian Quinn’s criticism.
Nothingat all.
Wyattleaned over my shoulder, crowding me. “Don’t be stingy with the feta.”
Ithrew him a glare over my shoulder and almost ran into his nose. “Back off,buddy. You’ll get what I give you.”
Hetook a step back, his mouth splitting into a charming grin. Unease curled in mystomach, and I turned back to his order.
Itwasn’t him. Wyatt was nothing but adorably friendly. Despite his tattoos andpiercings, he was way too chill to be a threat. But my past had broken me. Hadtwisted my trust and turned my personal bubble into an impenetrable steel cage.
Mollyadded orders to the ticket line, so I didn’t have time to pay Wyatt anyattention after I handed him his meal.
“Holyshit, Vera,” he mumbled through a mouth full of food. “This is insane.”
Ismiled down at the pita pocket I’d made from scratch. “I know.” And I did. Butit was still nice to hear it from someone else—someone that knew what he wastalking about.
“Iwant another,” he demanded.
“Ithought you had to go?” Smiling at the people at the pickup window, I handedtheir sealed to go containers over and spared Wyatt a glance. He stood hoveringabove the small staircase as if deciding what to do.
“WhenI bring your desserts back I need another one.”
“You’regoing to have to eat it here again,” I told him. His eyes bugged comically.“I’m not kidding. I’m not dealing with him again.”
Hiscrooked smile made me release one of my own. “Do you know how many kidneys Iwould give for him to try my food and tell me what he thought? Both of them. Iwould give both of them.”
Irolled my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Andyou’re crazy. He was being nice.”
“Hewas being an asshole, and you know it. Now get back to work before the assholefires you.”
Heglanced nervously at the street before tossing his hand up in a quick wave.“You’re right. He will fire me.”
Thedoor slammed shut behind him, but I was already working on the next order. Andthe next. A whole fifteen minutes passed before Molly found a second to give meher opinion.
“He’scute.”
Iscanned the plaza, playing dumb. “Who?”
