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“Is everything okay? Is that Logan’s order?” She pointed to the stack of boxes Savannah carried in her arms. “Did you not deliver it yet?”

“Yeah, I went to drop them off at today’s location, but he wasn’t there, and then Wendy called to tell me his truck is closed for a while. So, no more deliveries, I guess.”

A lump stuck in Harper’s throat. “Why?”

Savannah set the boxes on the counter. “Someone vandalized his truck last night.”

Harper’s mouth dropped open in complete shock, and then she was hit with a sudden panic. “He wasn’t in it, was he?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?”

“I’m sure Wendy would’ve told me if he’d been hurt.”

Harper fumbled with her phone and rang the number she had for Logan. He picked up after the second ring.

“Harper?”

“I heard about the truck. Are you and Kayla okay?”

“Yeah, we’re okay, but the truck’s not.”

“No.”

“Yeah. They busted it up pretty bad and stole a bunch of the equipment.”

“What the heck? What is wrong with people?”

“You were right, Harper. I shouldn’t have stayed in this neighborhood. Maybe I should just go back to Detroit.”

“Don’t go,” she blurted.

“I wish I didn’t have to, but I don’t think I’ll be able to get the truck back up and running. Insurance might cover some of the repairs, but weeks without any income will be a huge blow. I was barely breaking even before. We can’t afford to stay.”

Her heart sank, and she realized just how much she wanted him here. “I want to help.”

“I’m not sure there’s anything you can do, Harper, but thank you.”

“You and Kayla can stay with me.”

“What?” She could hear the shock in his one word response.

“What?” Savannah’s voice squeaked from across the room.

Harper realized what she said sounded crazy and irrational, but she continued. “You can stay with me, just until the truck gets going again.”

“Harper, that could be months, maybe longer. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to fix the truck.”

“I don’t care.” She didn’t know what had possessed her to say it. It had been impulsive, but came from a place of honest concern.

“I think we need to talk.” Logan’s voice sounded unsteady. “Face to face.”

“So do I.”

They did need to talk. There was much to say.

When she hadn’t been able to answer Brett’s question at the food truck festival—the very serious one about whether she could put Logan behind her—he’d told her to call him when she figured it out. It felt like a break up, though she didn’t believe Brett would ever walk away from her like that.

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