Page 69 of The Wedding Run
“How boring would that be?” I smile as my phone begins to buzz.
“Andrea?” he asks.
It’s Derek. Again. But I keep that to myself.
“Or is it the dreaded 'Scam Likely'?”
I laugh. “Something like that.”
He turns off Storyteller’s Lane, loops behind the buildings, and pulls into the alley behind the store.
“Closer to the kitchen,” he explains.
A neat row of porta-potties stands lined up. These aren’t the typical blue construction site potties; these are high-end.
“You ordered these?” Luke asks.
“You mentioned that the sewage sometimes backs up. I didn’t want that to happen during the wedding.”
“You think of everything.”
“It’s my job.”
I meet him at the tailgate as he lowers it. While I gather a tray in my arms, he jiggles the lock and presses his shoulder against the door. We carry the fruit trays inside and place them in the storage refrigerator.
“Let’s make lattes for everyone,” Luke suggests. “We could all use a boost.”
“Great idea.”
“Your sisters are pretty amazing.” He holds the door open for me to step into the main shop. “They came at the drop of a hat.”
“Their schedules were clear. I’m sure they hoped to rest after my wedding disaster. But you’re right. They’re amazing.”
“I don’t view your wedding as a disaster.”
“How do you see it?” I ask. “As a success?”
He pulls out four to-go cups. “A redirection.”
I lean against the counter and watch him prepare his equipment, grinding beans and pressing grounds for the espresso. “Which drinks are you making?”
“Do you have a preference?” he asks.
A smile emerges as I remember our challenge, and I shake my head.
“Thought I’d make one that isn’t on the board,” Luke says, placing two metal cups beneath the spouts to catch the espresso.
“A secret menu?”
“I offer it on occasion.” He smiles, his eyes brightening. “But it’s available any day. You have to know to ask for it.”
“Ah, the secret to life.”
He laughs.
“What’s it called?” I ask. “This not-on-the-menu item?”
“The Plot Twist.”
