“Way to go, man.” Jed slaps me on the back and lets out a howl so loud I’m sure Presley heard him outside.
I can’t stop smiling because she was so quick to accept my offer for dinner. “I gotta call Terra and Mare.”
“Oh, you’re not skimping, huh?” Jed says as I head over to the other side of the bar.
“Not everyone takes their dates to a food truck,” Molly jokes.
I laugh while I listen to the phone ring. Someone answers, then puts me on hold.
“I’ve never gotten any complaints,” Jed says, drawing a sketch of what he wants to do with the space next door. Looks like it’s to scale this time. He’s truly talented, and I always wonder why he came back here after college and isn’t designing high-rises somewhere.
“Who said anything about complaints? I mean, a meal takes up a lot of time when yo
