“Why?” My stomach dropped. “Oh god. Am I going on Tinder? I’ve heard it’s only for hookups now, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
He snorted. “No, we’re not setting you up on Tinder.” He pulled a tiny white square out of his pocket. “You’re going to sell books.” He plugged in the square and installed an app before handing it back to me to input the store’s banking info.
My thumb hovered over the screen and I hesitated. My dad wouldn’t like this. A phone with a square didn’t have that small town charm, he’d insist. This was different. This was new. A twinge of guilt hit me in the stomach.
I glanced at Wyatt, watching me carefully, waiting.
My dad wasn’t here, though, was he? I was the one running the store every day. I was the one trying to keep the bookstore afloat. There were tons
