Don’t Get Between a Dog and His Cheese: Kenny's Diner, #2

By Gretchen S.B.

Kathy's starting to believe supernatural creatures do exist and they like to hang out at Kenny's diner after midnight.

It's just a regular old shift here at Kenny's. They've got a talking dog with a bit of a cheese obsession, his human companion who doesn't seem to speak, and let's not forget the, what Kathy still hopes is not, a biblically accurate angel. It's a normal night until a group of very curious, dog loving, human teenagers get thrown into the mix.

What could go wrong? At least this job pays well.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gretchen S.B.
• Release date: Apr 20, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224267910

Gretchen S.B.

Gretchen is a Seattleite that loves her home. She has a day job as a Program Coordinator a local university. She is a struggling Indie Author, struggling as in she is trying to make her living writing books. She loves to read, write and create characters. As well as knit and binge watch Netflix. She is also on a sporadic book blog and internet radio show with some of her college friends. She currently lives with her husband and their mischievous Rotti mix, who always seems to find something new she shouldn't be chewing on. Gretchen loves to hear from her readers.

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Acknowledgments

THANK YOU TO MY EDITOR Lacie at Pelican Proofing, you made this book readable for everyone.

Thank you to T.M Franklin for giving this book such a wonderful cover.

As always, thank you to my friends and family who cheer me on as I work toward my dream of being a full-time author.

Last of all, but not least, is the Hubster. Although he hates to be mentioned, he deserves credit for all his support.

Dedication

I am dedicating this to my own dainty rottweiler, who is herself a cheese fiend.

A BIKER GANG? YOU'RE telling me that whole fight was because that group is a biker gang? You're not going to tell me why a biker gang would pick a fight with you or that table of two vamp–patrons? I asked Mac, my hands on my hips as I frowned over at him.

We only had one table of customers two nights after Mac’s supposed biker gang started a fight and I had to press the purple button by the office that called some official sounding people here extremely fast, but I still didn't know who they were. Mac gave me nothing, big surprise.

He took a large tray of rolls out of the oven. Yes, he grunted.

Mac, that wasn't a biker gang. What was really going on?

Mac finally turned to me and lifted one eyebrow, taking off the oven mitts at the same time. Have a lot of experience with biker gangs, do you?

Scowling, I huffed at him. No, but I recognize weirdness when I see it. And ever since I started working here, all I see is weirdness. That was more than the usual amount of weirdness.

Watching me thoughtfully, Mac blanked his expression. I wasn't sure whether I’d pushed too many buttons or if he would genuinely answer me. However, I would remain oblivious since the bell above the diner door jingled.

Looks like you got some more customers. Mac grunted, then turned away from me.

Scowling deeper, I rolled my eyes and dropped my arms from my hips. Ensuring a customer service smile covered my face, I pushed open the kitchen door and glanced towards the front of the diner. It was a group of eight teenagers. Nothing about them seemed strange or otherworldly,