Page 179 of Worth the Trip

She settled against me immediately.

“You ready?” I asked.

“To leave?”

“To talk about what happens when we do.”

Her hands stilled over mine.

“What happens?”

“I keep showing up.”

Nolani turned inside my arms.

“That simple?”

“Pretty much.”

“You live here.”

“Correct.”

“I live in Self Ridge.”

“Also correct.”

“You coach, your family is here, and half this city knows your name.”

“And you got Crème & Chill, Scoops & Stories, Nyla, and enough responsibilities to make your calendar disrespectful.”

“So?”

“So we figure it out.”

She studied me.

“What if our schedules get impossible?”

“Compare calendars.”

“What if one of us gets tired?”

“We rest.”

“What if we miss each other?”

“I get in the truck.”

“That cannot be your answer to everything.”

“It ain’t. Sometimes, you get in yours.”

Her laugh came quick.

“So your grand romantic strategy is shared fuel expenses?”

“My strategy is showing up. Gas just part of the budget.”