Page 232 of Worth the Trip

I nodded.

His hand touched his chest once.

I remembered the bookmark hidden inside a book I’d wanted and denied myself.

Every beautiful story deserves another chapter.

I looked at Nyla.

“One song.” Her entire face lit. “Control yourself.”

“I’m controlling myself.”

“You look like you’re about to explode.”

“That’s private.”

“No theatrics.”

“Okay.”

“Reasonable runs.”

Nyla looked offended. “Why invite talent if you plan to suppress it?”

I laughed as we headed toward Andrea.

Twenty minutes later, I stood beside my sister at the edge of the stage, wondering whether personal growth came with a return policy.

“You good?” Nyla asked.

“No.”

“You wanna back out?”

I looked at her.

No teasing.

She meant it.

If I left, she would leave with me.

I filled my lungs, then saw Landon.

He stood near the front with Malcolm beside him. No grin. No teasing signal. Just my man watching me with the same question on his face.

You good?

I nodded.

His hand touched his chest.

I looked at Nyla.

“Let’s do it.”

The keyboard began.