My phone buzzed with another text from Scott.Can I see you today? Before Amy and Lucas come home.
A smile spread across my face.
“More plans for your dog races?” my mom asked, her back still to me.
“Yep,” I said cheerily. “Don’t worry, I’ll make enough money to pay off your bills in no time.” To Scott, I texted back:Sure, I don’t have any plans today. Let’s go to your pool.
He sent back an emoji with sunglasses, and I thought through my different swimsuits. I had the perfect two-piece with a high-waisted bottom that would cover the food baby I’d inevitably have after a huge breakfast. I wasn’t holding myself back just because of a trip to the pool with Scott.
My mom’s voice reminded me I wasn’t alone, daydreaming. “What type of dogs are you racing, Chihuahuas or Pomeranians?”
“Dachshunds,” I replied, standing up to set the table for her.
She shook her head at me. “I’ll get it out of you one of these days.”
I zipped my lips and smiled at her. “We’ll see.”