Chapter 26

Elaine hopped into the driver's seat and followed the GPS—finding the place was a piece of cake. The food truck had just parked, smoke curling lazily into the air from its built-in smoker, and not a single customer in sight. Perfect. She proudly became the first. Marcus looked around, unimpressed, brows drawn tight. "This is what you called nutritious?" Elaine scratched the back of her head, an awkward smile playing on her lips. "Well... not exactly healthy, but it's got character, y'know? Real flavor." She picked the cleanest picnic table she could find, wiped down the chairs twice for good measure, and gestured like a maître d'. "Please, Mr. Sinclair." Marcus looked like he was seriously considering walking away, but after a few seconds of silence, he finally sat down with a quiet sigh. Elaine let out a subtle breath of relief and started ordering with the confidence of a regular. "Hey boss! I'll take a full rack of ribs, six smoked sausages, a couple pulled pork sliders, three bacon