Page 47 of Sugar Rush


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“I’ll be sure to tell my fellow Brits that you like us to come to your country so you can torture us.”

He chuckled.

Tori brought our drinks.The tall glass that held my milkshake in was streamed with condensation, cream piled on top.“Enjoy the chocolate malt.It’s my favorite.”

We thanked her, and she left to take the order of three guys two tables over.

I pulled my shake over and took a sip through the paper straw.It wasicecold, as all milkshakes should be, deeply chocolatey, with a pleasant malty aftertaste.

I gave Rick a double thumbs up.

“Wait, wait.”He palmed his phone from his back pocket.“Let me take a picture.A souvenir from your trip.”

I posed with two thumbs up, sipping from the shake, and he snapped away.

I took a long sip, then shook my head at myself.“Brain freeze.I never learn.”

“It’s not a proper diner shake unless you give yourself brain freeze.Fact.”

Tori reappeared through the swinging door to the diner kitchen with two enormous plates.She set the hot brown in front of me and the steak and eggs before Rick.

“Y’all enjoy now.”

“Thanks,” we chorused.I was slightly distracted by the heavenly scent of cheese and fried meat wafting up over my face.

Rick snapped another picture of me with my food, grinning ridiculously at the camera, as was the tourist way, and then we dug in.

“That steak is the size of your face,” I observed.

“Told ya.Best in the county.”

The hot brown was everything I wanted it to be.Hot and savoury, it hit the spot of beautifully greasy food.I was sad when it was done.

Rick grinned at me across the table.“And you said you couldn’t fit a shake and food in that dress.”

“I nearly couldn’t.ThankGodfor elastic panels in the back.Never buying clothes without them in again.They should be standard issue.”

He finished his beer.“You want a walk after eating all that?I could take you down by the lake.”

I raised a brow.“The lake, huh?A popular make-out spot?Sounds like it.”

I cringed.It was meant tonotbe a date.

Apparently, I couldn’t help myself.

“A gentleman never tells, Maddie,” he said softly.

I believed him, and in that moment, I wanted, more than anything, to throw caution to the wind and just take whatever he was offering, for however long he would offer it, from now until when I boarded the plane back to the UK.

After all, wasn’t the best way to get over a man to get over another one?

That probably wasn’t very good advice, even though it was so, so tempting.

“Let’s go to the lake.I’d like to see it.”

His grin was so pleased earnest and eager, and I felt like I’d got a glimpse into him as a younger man.“It’s pretty.You’ll like it.”

Tori collected our plates.I dug my purse from my tote, but Rick paid before I could.“Least I can do is give you your first proper diner meal in Kentucky.”

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