I shook my head. “You don’t owe me a thing.”
After dropping off Zoe and making sure Betsy could watch out for her for a few hours, I made my way back to my car to go shopping. I was committed to making this a great festival for Zoe. After all these years, creating some positive memories would be a good thing.
“Hey, Lucas!” Savannah called out cheerfully. “What’s going on?”
I tried to keep my voice casual, but let her know I had things to do. “Not much. I just have to run to the grocery store to pick up a few things.”
“A few things?” she asked, glancing down at the two pieces of paper in my hand. “Looks like way more than a few things. Does this have to do with Zoe and her food truck?”
Her question caught me off guard. “Yeah . . .”
“I overheard your conversation with Betsy,” Savannah said. “I thought I could help you out.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I’ve got it handled,” I said firmly.
Savannah was persistent. “Come on, Lucas. It would be easier if we split the list in half. I don’t mind helping you out. Zoe seems like a very nice person. I’m happy for you.”
I’m sure Savannah meant well, but I doubted Zoe wanted other people to see her list of ingredients, especially since she was on the verge of turning her business into a franchise.
Savannah's smile faltered, and she stepped closer to me. “There are some urgent things I need to tell you.”
“Let’s talk later,” I said. “I’m pressed for time, and really need to go.”
Luckily, her phone rang, and I didn’t have to say anything else. I got in my car and drove away.
Almost three hours later, I finally got every single item on Zoe’s lists after going to three different grocery stores. The plan was to head back to Axel’s garage to put everything where Zoe instructed me.
Rolling out of the last store with my shopping cart, I was again surprised when Savannah was standing in front of my car, holding two coffees.
“You followed me here?” I said, as I removed everything from the cart and stuck it in my backseat, since my trunk was already full.
“It’s a small town,” she said.
“You expect me to believe this is a coincidence?” I crossed my arms and waited for a better answer.
Savannah shook her head. “Okay, I followed you, but this is important.”
I gestured to the car. “I really need to get this food refrigerated.”
“Ten minutes of your time—that’s all I need.” She held up one of the drinks. “I got you your favorite mocha.” She gestured to the empty table in front of the coffee place next door. “This is important. It’s about Zoe.”
If it affected Zoe, I needed to know what it was.
“Okay,” I said. “Ten minutes. That’s it.” I took a seat at the table, sipped my mocha, then glanced across the table at Savannah. “What’s going on?”
Savannah looked around, then leaned closer. “I’m pretty sure Damian is plotting revenge against you.”
That got my immediate attention.
“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering why she would tell me this when I assumed they were together. “Revenge for what? I did nothing wrong.”
“I know that, and you know that, but Damian seems to be obsessed with you.”
I blew out a frustrated breath. “Tell me about it. So, what’s he up to? What kind of revenge are you talking about? I’m just here to review some food, so what does he think he can do to me?”
“I think it has something to do with Zoe,” Savannah said. “I saw him look her up online. Plus, he knows you like her, so there’s that. I just wanted to warn you to watch your back. And Zoe’s. He’s up to something. I can feel it.”
“Thanks for letting me know. I appreciate it,” I said. “So, that’s why I had those missed calls from you this morning?”