Keep your enemies close…
Unless they steal your watermelon.
Talon Banks was just one of the many reasons I was forced to leave my hometown at seventeen. But I won’t let it happen again.
It took a long time but I’m finally back in Magnolia Point and living my dream running a food truck with my best friend. Our fun, fresh and often obscure holiday themed dishes are a huge hit except with Talon.
I thought we could let bygones be bygones but he’s still the second worst person I know.
First place belongs to my mother.
