“We’re taking off. Swayze hasn’t had dinner yet.” Breanna jerks her head to the side. “There’s food over there. Pizza, hot dogs, nachos—” “Nachos? I love nachos! Griff, nachos!” I lift her off my lap now that food has distracted her from attacking Jett. “I’ll take you to a Mexican restaurant. You don’t want stale chips and fake cheese.” After changing my shoes, helping her with hers, and saying our goodbyes, I take Swayze’s hand and pull her toward the exit. “I think I do want stale chips and fake cheese,” she murmurs as we step outside. “I’m so hungry I could eat anything.” I grin, shaking my
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