Page 123 of Worth the Trip

“To?”

“Annoying Man With Too Much Confidence.”

“Still personalized.”

She laughed and disappeared into production.

Nyla stepped beside me.

“You look ridiculous.”

“How?”

“You watching my sister scoop ice cream like she carrying your firstborn.”

“I’m observing craftsmanship.”

“You’re enamored.”

I looked at her.

“Is that supposed to embarrass me?”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Oh.”

“What?”

“You serious about her.”

“Yeah.”

Some of the foolishness left her face.

“Noli deserves clear.”

“That’s what she’s getting.”

Nyla studied me for a second, then nodded.

“Okay, Big Lando.”

“I still haven’t approved that.”

“You don’t have jurisdiction.”

Nolani returned, carrying an insulated bag with the four pints and enough ice packs to preserve them through an evacuation.

“What are y’all talking about?”

“Your business,” Nyla said.

“My literal business?”

“No.”

“Nyla.”

“I’m leaving.”