“Holy crap,” I say as the waitress returns with our meals. She’s carrying a huge tray on her shoulder, and I practically swallow my tongue when I see the size of the cinnamon roll. “This is huge.”

“Don’t worry, we can box up anything you can’t put away here,” the waitress says with a wink and then walks away.

“You’re going to help me eat this,” I inform Keegan, who just grins at me from across the table.

“That’s what I was counting on.”

“I can’t believe these words are about to come out of my mouth.” I’ve just buckled my seatbelt after the most delicious breakfast of my life, and I am pretty sure I gained fifteen pounds.

So worth it.

“But I have to stop at the store, or a Target, someplace for some essentials and snacks.”

“Snacks?” Keegan pulls out into light traffic.

“Yes. I’m a snacker. I can’t help it. Is there a Target in town?”

“Sure.” He doesn’t have to drive far before he’s pulling into the parking lot.

“This shouldn’t take long.”

“No hurry.”

Once inside, I make a beeline for the shampoo section. I don’t have much money since Dad cut me off, but I have some cash from last night’s tips, and I need a few things. I grab some shampoo and conditioner—not my usual expensive brand, but it will do. I also snag some deodorant before wandering over to the snacks.

I grin when I see that the Goldfish are on sale and toss a bag into my basket.

“Don’t judge me,” I warn Keegan as I grab some graham crackers. “I’m a seven-year-old when it comes to snacks.”

He just laughs, but when we make our way to the pizza Lunchables, and I reach for one, he shakes his head.

“This one, I’ll judge you for. If you want pizza, we’ll buy pizza.”

“Pizza is my favorite.”

“What you have in your hand isn’t real pizza.”

“Fine.” I sigh and put it back, then smile when I see my favorite wine on an end cap. I reach for a bottle and hear Keegan sigh next to me. “What?”

“You know I own a bar, right? There’s no need to buy the wine.”

“Do you serve this brand? Because it’s my favorite.”

“I guess I do now,” he mutters and takes a picture of the bottle with his phone.

“Okay, this will do for today.”

He nods and leads me to the checkout. After the cashier rings up my things, he reaches for his wallet, and I shake my head.

“This is my junk, Keegan.”

“You don’t have any money.”