I gave a dramatic groan even as my laughter escaped around the edges. "That's a total dad joke."
"Nothing wrong with dads," he said. "But seriously, what do you have against burgers?"
"It's not against burgers," I said. "It's against drive-throughs."
This seemed to pique his interest. "Oh, yeah?"
"What'sthatlook for?"
He leaned closer. "So is it a mild dislike, or…?" He let the words trail off as if waiting for me to fill in the blanks.
As the moment stretched out, I recalled all of the times I'd been awakened from a perfectly lovely sleep by the sounds of random burger-lovers getting their cravings on in the middle of the night.
It wasn'ttheirfault, of course. And if I were being totally honest, the stupid drive-through was probably the only reason that Lexie and I could've afforded our house in the first place.
The house had been on the market forever, and no doubt, I had the drive-through to thank.
Still, I heard myself say,"Thatdrive-through?" I extended my arm and pointed directly at it. "I hate it more than my dad hates slow drivers in the fast lane. And if you'deverdriven with him, you'd know exactly what I'm saying."
Bryce laughed. "That bad, huh?"
"The worst."
"So…" He lifted a single eyebrow. "You wanna smash it?"
Chapter 17
Bryce
Harper blinked. "Smash it? What do you mean?"
"We're demolishing it today. You wanna do the honors?"
She laughed. "Oh, stop it. I know you're joking."
I gave her a look. "Am I?"
"Well, youmustbe."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, for starters, what would I use?"
I hitched a thumb toward the big yellow excavator. "That."
She looked where I'd indicated, and her eyes widened. "Oh, come on. I can't work that thing."
"Yeah, butIcan."
Her green eyes sparkled with interest. "So, that machine is yours?"
"No. But I can borrow it."
She gave me a skeptical look. "Even if youcouldborrow it, I doubt they'd wantmeworking that thing."
"Why not?"
She made a scoffing sound. "Because I have no idea what I'm doing."
