“Oh gosh, I’ve got to run. I’m late. Don’t forget to leave me a review after you read the new book.” And just like that, she ran out the door.
Whitney looked to Carina and Olivia. “Is it just me, or does she completely exhaust everyone? I don’t know where she gets the energy, or all those ideas.”
“She’s got more energy than all of us put together,” Olivia said.
Carina shook her head. “And that’s after the relaxing yoga class.”
Whitney let out a sigh and pulled her phone from her bag.
“What are you doing there?” Carina asked.
“OrderingRunning on Empty, of course.” Whitney tapped her screen. “Should I order three?”
Carina and Olivia nodded. “Definitely.”
Chapter
Eight
Whitney stood there holding her yoga mat, looking at Carina and shaking her head. “Maybe this is why Kally’s books are so good. She lives this stuff. I swear Kally is her own worst enemy.”
“All we can do is provide advice and counsel,” Carina recited.
“I know.” Whitney knew Carina was right. “But they always sweep Kally off her feet. It’s a pattern.”
“Who doesn’t want to get swept off their feet?” Carina said.
“Me. You hear me?” She lifted her finger toward Carina. “William warned me you were playing matchmaker. Consider yourself already checking off that box by connecting Jim and Kally.” Whitney checked an imaginary box in the air.
“I’m not matchmaking. All I said was that I could introduce you,” Carina said.
“That is exactly what I’m talking about. Shelve that thought. Promise me.”
Carina slumped. “Fine. He sounds great. Your loss.”
“I’ll take my chances.” Whitney started for the door. “Let’s go next door and eat.”
They walked out onto the sidewalk.
“Hey girls,” Whitney’s mother called from across the street. “Yoohoo!”
“Mom?” Whitney looked to Carina. “Did you tell her we were coming here?”
“No.” Carina quickly pulled the coil hair tie, letting her ponytail fall, and swept her fingers through her hair. “Oh goodness gracious.”
Whitney’s mother quick-stepped across the street, still waving. “I’m so glad I ran into y’all. Oh wow. You went out looking like that?” She gave Whitney the once-over. “You’re not going to find Mr. Right looking like that.”
“I’m not looking for him,” she said.
“Interesting that you can make time for yoga, but not for a date.” Mom raised her hands in the air. “I’m just saying.”
“Mom!”
“Oh, honey. I started out in family law too. I know how it can sour your view on relationships. I warned you.” Mom circled her manicured pointer finger in her direction.
Mom didn’t even give Whitney a chance to respond before she turned to Carina. “You always look lovely, Carina. Even all sweaty. You really know how to juggle things.”
Carina stood there looking like she wished Mom would disappear.
