Page 5 of The Sebastian Guarantee
Sure, ping me the address.
Another chime cut through the air.
Jeremy was at a bistro six blocks away.
What a day!
“Food truck brothers and sisters,” she cried as a tingly warmth spread through her body. “After today, my life will never be the same. Hot dogs are on me!” she exclaimed and waved her arms like a benevolent hot-dog-obsessed overlord.
Everyone in line cheered, and even Mophead nodded approvingly.
Hank waved her in. “There are at least a hundred people in line. At eight dollars a pop, that’s eight hundred dollars in franks. Are you good for that?”
Phoebe switched to her banking app.
Balance $869.69.
She peered at the people cheering and holding up their phones, snapping her picture. There was no turning back now. She switched to her money transfer app, tapped the Hank’s Food Truck icon, and sent the payment of eight hundred big ones.
Hank’s cell pinged with the hefty infusion of cash. “You’re one of a kind, Phoebe Gale.”
She glanced at the grill. “Do you think you could find it in yourkindheart to hook me up with another hot dog on the house? I’d like to bring one to a guy I’m dating to solidify our connection with my favorite food. I’m feeling lucky, Hank. That last ping was him. He said he had an important question to ask me. I think he might really like me.”
The man narrowed his gaze. “Do you promise this Hank dog isn’t for you?”
Hank knew her well.
She pressed her hand to her chest. “Cross my hot-dog-loving heart and swear to die. The man who eats this love-match hot dog will be the person who’ll hold my heart in his hands. He’ll be the one. He’ll be my match.”
Chapter2
PHOEBE
Hank tossed his tongs in the air and caught them like a pro. “One on-the-house love-match Hank dog to-go coming up.”
“Thank you,” Phoebe gushed. Jubilation fizzed through her veins. Everything was falling into place.
Hank plucked another dog from the grill, dressed it in a toasted bun with ketchup, mustard, and an ample sprinkling of lettuce, then wrapped the delicacy in foil and handed it to her. “If anyone deserves a love match, it’s you, Phoebe Gale. You’ve got a heart of gold—or a heart filled with gold and processed meat,” he added with a sly grin.
The joy in her heart had her ready to burst. “That means a lot to me, Hank.”
“Good luck, kid,” he added.
“I don’t need luck,” she replied, meeting his sly grin with one of her own. “I’ve got LETIS.” She slipped the wrapped delight under her beret, then eyed Mophead. “Another excellent reason to wear one of these,” she said and gestured to her head covering. “Hands-free hot dog storage.”
With a walking-on-sunshine spring to her step, she set off in the direction of the bistro. Things were looking good—damned good. She peeled the foil of her sixth hot dog of the day, reveled in the first divine bite, then tapped her cell phone’s video icon and invited Aria, Oscar, and Sebastian onto the call. It was time to share the news with her besties.
Aria was the first to join. “Hello to my favorite hot tech diva. Is this the LETIS call?”
“It is,” Phoebe chimed. “I got invited. I RSVP’d yes.”
“Pheebs, I’m so happy for you. Is that a sexy celebratory hot dog in your hand?” Mischief danced in Aria’s eyes.
“Wait a hot-diggity-dog of a second,” Phoebe snapped and pointed her partially wrapped hot dog at the camera. “Did you make an Info Darling page about me and say I was sexually attracted to hot dogs?”
Aria beamed. “I was wondering when you’d see that.”
“What were you thinking?” Phoebe pressed, then took another bite.
