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“I didn’t need a guy coming to my rescue, is all.”
“No, you were just coming to Poppy’s rescue, is that it?”
“I was, and I was doing just fine, thanks.”
“If you say so.”
He raised his hands in surrender as she realized that he’d walked them to her car. She looked over his shoulder to see the cowboy had come to the door with a couple of his friends. Her pulse jumped as she unlocked the car with the remote.
“Get in the car, Ginny, and lock the door. We’ll be okay.”
“Now I remember why we don’t come here anymore,” Ginny said with a sigh, and turned to do as he said.
The cowboy and his friends stayed where they were when Austin and Javi walked to the Jeep, but Ginny didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until they were both on the road back to Broken Wheel.
Chapter Nine
Ginny dragged herselfinto the diner Monday morning, notebook in hand. She’d promised to replace Hailey’s, so she could take this one home and organize it. Man, she loved to organize things. She had added sticky notes, rewritten their ideas so that they had a set-up, ingredients, even possible dates. She’d also come up with a flyer, and a short spiel to give out at the churches on Sunday. Almost everyone went to one of the churches in town. She figured that would be the best way to spread the word.
First, though, she had to run the idea by Janine.
“Happy to be back at your real job?” Janine greeted her, not looking up as she stuffed pre-counted stacks of napkins into the napkin holders.
“A little tired, but sure. Hey, we came up with an idea and we kind of want to run it by you.”
“What’s that?” Janine asked, stopping mid-stuff, her eyes narrowed.
“Well, we were talking about the fact that Austin is seeing a lot of people who have just a poor diet, and we were saying that the offerings in town don't really help. I mean, Mexican food, fried food, barbecue. And even the grocery store doesn’t carry a lot of produce.” As she spoke, Ginny saw Janine’s shoulders square defensively, and she kicked herself mentally. She could have done this a better way, for sure.
Janine’s mouth twisted. “What are you saying? You want us to stop serving fried food?”
“No, that’s not it.” Ginny raised her hands, palms up, pumping the brakes. “But we were thinking you can add healthier options to the menu. Salads, and stuff like that.”
“Do you know how expensive produce is? And we end up throwing so much away because it doesn’t keep.”
“We do get that, yes, but we’re going to talk to Mrs. Lopez, too, and maybe you can all get a break on the price. But I haven't told you the fun part yet.”
