Page 111 of The Sebastian Guarantee
She looked him over. “Why are you dressed like that, Seb?”
His smile twisted into a sly smirk. “It got you talking to me, didn’t it?”
The man had a point.
“It’s surprisingly hard to be furious with a frankfurter. But seriously, what are you doing? What’s going on here?”
“I’m helping the girls sell hot dogs and chocolate chip cookies. They’re partnering with Hank’s Franks and a few other Denver-based hot dog vendors to earn money.”
Phoebe surveyed the open space teeming with kids in pink T-shirts. “Who are these girls?”
“Hey, Sebastian!” a trio of—speak of the devil—girlscalled. Like the others, they had on hot pink shirts printed with two lightning bolts andGo Girlin the center, like the sign.
“Hey, Jana, Christy, Clarissa! How’s Mr. Cookie Combat?”
Mr. Cookie Combat?Forget being dead. Had that bus transported her to a different dimension?
“We added eight feet,” a little redhead answered.
“Amazing!” Sebastian exclaimed, fist-bumping the kids as they walked past him.
Phoebe studied the trio. “Why do they look familiar?”
“They’re part of the Tech Tweens group who ambushed us with cookies outside the clothing boutique.”
Well, that’s not something you hear every day.
Her jaw dropped. “And now you guys are best buds?”
“Yeah.”
“Did the Tech Tweens ask you to dress up in a hot dog costume? Is this some weird punishment for what happened at the airport?”
“It was my idea, and it’s part of my pitch. Also, I think I look damned good. What do you think of the T-shirts? I tried to call you to get your input, but you didn’t pick up. I had a few questions about the color choice, but I winged it because the printer needed the logo. It turned out great for a rush job, don’t you think?”
She’d just picked up her jaw from the floor, and it was back down there again. “You designed a logo for Go Girl?”
“I did.” The man positively beamed. “You’re wearing your beret.”
She touched her felt hat. “Yeah.”
That sexy-as-hell boyish grin returned. “I love it. I always have.”
“Sebby, what is this? Why did you design a Go Girl logo and make T-shirts for the Tech Tweens? You wanted me to put Go Girl on the back burner.”
“I know, but do you like the logo?”
She threw up her hands. “I do. I was struggling to come up with one, but—”
“Here’s the hot dog you asked for, Sebastian,” another kid in a Go Girl T-shirt said, interrupting their conversation as she handed him a bag.
“Thanks, Cassie.”
And there was another surprise. Why were the Tech Tweens selling hot dogs and cookies like her mother used to do? “What’s with the choice of cuisine?”
“Madelyn suggested it.”
“Madelyn knew about this?” she shot back.
