I shake my head. “I just got fries, remember?”

“I know. And I know you said you weren’t that hungry, but I can’t let you do this the wrong way,” he explains. “The first time you eat here, you have to go all-out so you can get the full experience.”

“I …” Shit. I don’t have enough money to cover a full meal. I can barely afford to pay for the fries without chipping in for a tip. “I … I didn’t bring enough money with me.” What I don’t say is that I’ll never bring enough money with me.

I get three bucks a day for lunch from the money that my aunt and uncle give me from an allowance that was left for them after my parents passed away. It’s to be used to feed and clothe me. There’s hardly money, though, something my aunt and uncle like to remind me of a lot.

“It’s okay. I got you covered,” Hunter says then winks at me.

My discomfort grows. I really don’t like it when people try to pay for things for me. “It really is fine if I just eat fries.”

“Let him pay for it,” Harlow chimes in. “I’ll chip in half, too, so it’s just not totally from my brother.” When I start to protest, Harlow adds, “I’ve never gotten to buy a best friend her lunch before, so if you decline, you’re totally taking this new experience away from me.” She gives me an evil grin.

While I’m perfectly aware she’s not being completely serious, I decide to stop arguing and accept the offer. But I make a vow to figure out a way to treat them to lunch sometime and pay them back.

“Fine,” I agree.

Hunter smiles as he hands me the burger. Then he extends his fist toward his sister for a fist bump. “You and I make a pretty good team, little sis.”

She taps her knuckles against his then takes a huge bite of her burger. “For sure. We should make a business of it, and our slogan can be, ‘how to bully your new best friend into eating lunch.’ ”

I shake my head but can’t help laughing. Of course, then I take a bite of my burger, and that laugh turns into a moan as I nearly have a foodgasm.

“Holy crap, that’s good.” I lick a droplet of fry sauce off my bottom lip and notice Hunter staring at me with a weird look on his face. “What?” I ask. “Do I have sauce on my face or something?”

He shakes his head. “You’re good.” He stares at me for a beat longer then tears his attention off me, focusing on our phones as one of them releases a series of beeps. He scoops up his phone, looks at the screen, and then a crease forms between his brow. “That’s weird.”

Worry stirs through me. “What is it?”

His gaze lifts to mine. “It wouldn’t track the exact location of the phone, but it did give me an estimate.”