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She huffed. “Whatever. What’s the second thing?”
“You should serve your focaccia at lunchtime.”
She drifted in the ocean for a beat, thinking it through. “The focaccia I made you?”
“Yes, not only with tomatoes—although that one will probably always be my favorite. You could also experiment with different flavor combos. Sell big fat slices, maybe have batches of fancy flavored iced tea and lemonade.”
“That’s actually not a bad idea.”
He grinned. “I told you I have good ideas sometimes.”
“Few and far between.”
“But when I do have them, they are epic, right?”
She rolled her eyes, but conceded. “Okay, yeah, you’re right.”
He gave her a wolfish smile. “Now should we talk about the fact that you gave me a clear shot of your ass by running to the water early?”
She dipped her mouth into the salty water so he couldn’t see the grin on her face. She didn’t want to admit to him that she may or may not have done that on purpose.
Chapter Sixteen
“Kevin, I swear, if you don’t tell me where we’re going, I’m turning this car around and we are going back home.”
He sat in the passenger seat, fiddling on his phone. “You’re going to love it, trust me. Keep driving.”
She sped the car along the highway heading west, with absolutely no idea what their destination was. He told her to get in the car after a surprisingly busy day at the shop—the townies flooded Port Wheels after a local foodie influencer featured the new focaccia on her page—and they were now heading off to god knew where. She’d been driving for twenty minutes now, with still no idea when the end was in sight.
“You know, I think at this point, I’m okay with getting fired,” she said. “I mean, I don’t think you’ll actually do it since I’m single-handedly saving your business—”
His laugh sounded like a squawking bird.
“—but I’m willing to take my chances.”
He looked up from his phone. “Pull off at the next exit.”
She grumbled but did as she was told, following the exit and the rest of the directions he gave her, until they pulled into a train station.
Jess parked and stared up at the train tracks, flabbergasted. “Where are we going?”
“Oh my god, can you really not handle surprises?” He picked up the flat brim hat balancing on his knee, then tucked his hair and placed it backward on his head. The way his wavy hair curled around his ears and trailed down his neck made her want to reach over and tug.
She frowned—half at him, half at that warm feeling simmering in her gut. “It’s like you don’t know me or something.”
Kevin rolled his eyes, a grin still painted on his face. “Sweetheart, look at the sign on the platform, where does it say the train is going?”
She looked where he pointed and watched the flashing electronic sign hanging above the track.
Grand Central Station, Boarding in 15 Minutes.
She gasped. “New York?”
“If we’re going to a grungy underground concert, we might as well do it right, yeah?”
She slowly turned to face him. “Y-yeah.”
He opened the passenger door. “Let’s go.”
