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Bree tried to keep herself from laughing when Caleb offered her the rest of his food. She had no idea what had possessed him when he’d ordered that jalapeno burger. She was pretty sure he’d never eaten a jalapeno in his life. At least he’d stopped sweating.
The sun was just beginning to set as she finished off the last of both his dinner and hers. Isaac didn’t seem close to done and ordered another basket of fries. No wonder he was excited for her to buy his food; he was a bottomless pit, and he was taking full advantage of her generosity. It didn’t bother her, though, because he was more like a teenager stuck in an older body, the way he seemed to hold no thought for tomorrow but enjoyed every moment. In some ways, she was jealous.
How freeing that would be.
She paused, taking in th
