Page 19 of One Little Victory


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“Not yet.”

“Why not?” Nana huffed. I didn’t bother looking up from the laptop, knowing I’d only meet steel eyes glaring daggers at me.

“I don’t want to smother her. Thought I’d wait a day or two.”

“Do you think your mother’s waiting?”

“Shit.” I stopped and met her eyes, reaching forward to take a drink. Nana called it. I’ll bet my mother had Yasmine on speed-dial, waiting for me to say I didn’t have another option.

“Language.”

“Sorry, Nana.” I picked up my phone and thumbed to my messages, seeing the text I’d sent to Pop Rock. If texting her hours after I’d left meant the difference between her help and the succubus behind door number two, this was a no-brainer.

Me: I have a favor to ask.

Pop Rock: Ask away.

Me: Can I buy you dinner?

Pop Rock: Is that the favor?

Me: No, just a bonus.

Pop Rock: Lucky me. I have plans tonight, but you MAY take me to lunch tomorrow. I have to stage a house on Seabrook Island. Meet me at my office at 1:00? You fly, I’ll buy?

Me: Deal.

Pop Rock: GIF of Dancing Palm Trees

Nana was staring when I looked up from my phone, laying it on the table and not bothering to hide my smile.

“So she’ll do it?”

“I haven’t asked, but she corrected my grammar, and we’re having lunch tomorrow.”

“Interesting. You’ll be sure to let me know what she says, right? Il semble que vous ayez trouvé votre partenaire.”

“Vous serez le premier informé.Of course I will,” I said, hiding my eye roll as I focused back on the laptop. With all the connections Nana had in this town, she’d probably know Addison’s answer before I would.

“Good. Now let’s review the donations over lemon pound cake.”

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