Page 273 of Worth the Trip

“That’s theft.”

“Community property.”

“Still my pint.”

“Our freezer.”

“Your corruption has layers.”

I laughed and settled against his shoulder again.

My phone vibrated on the small table between our chairs.

Nyla.

Of course.

I opened the message.

Nyla:

Sooooooo...

I smiled.

Another appeared.

Nyla:

Malcolm says I’m mean.

Me:

You are.

Three dots appeared immediately.

Nyla:

Traitor.

Then another.

Nyla:

Also he texted me before I even made it out the parking lot.

I laughed.

Landon looked over from the book. “Coco?”

“Nyla.”

“Same woman.”

“Do not let her hear you agreeing with that nickname.”

“I enjoy living.”