Page 112 of Worth the Trip

“No.”

“Navy?”

“No.”

“Why your employee aprons conducting psychological warfare?”

Nolani laughed. “Put it on, Big Lando.”

I stared at her.

She froze.

Then smiled.

“Oh, we using it now?”

“It slipped.”

“Nah. Say it again.”

“Put on the apron, Landon.”

“Coward.”

“Apron.”

I pulled it over my head and reached behind myself for the straps.

Nolani stepped closer.

“Give me those.”

“You think I can’t tie an apron?”

“I think you’re stalling.”

Fair.

I handed them over.

She reached around my waist, her body brushing mine while she tied the knot.

Suddenly the apron had a strong business case.

When she came around, she flattened one side with her palm.

Right over my chest.

Her hand stayed there longer than necessary.

I looked down, then at her.

“Still crooked?”

“Very.”

“Mmhmm.”