Page 59 of Worth the Trip

“Nana?”

She looked back.

“Did you send Nyla a picture of me?”

Her face became entirely too innocent.

“I might’ve.”

“Nana.”

“She asked what you were wearing.”

“She did not.”

“Then I volunteered.”

My phone buzzed before I could respond.

Nyla:

Coral dress???? Curls curling???? SHOULDERS OUT???

I stared after Nana.

She kept walking.

Nyla:

My sister is OUTSIDE.

Me:

I’m going sightseeing.

The response came immediately.

Nyla:

With a fine football coach who already gave you a candy nickname. That is called a DATE, beloved.

Me:

Goodbye.

Nyla:

Don’t call the shop.

Me:

I wasn’t going to.

Nyla:

Your lie just made my phone hot.

I laughed and reached for my purse.