Page 210 of Worth the Trip

“Potential disaster.”

“Potential sellout.”

I gave him a look.

“What?” he asked. “Both available.” I exhaled. “You want me to talk you into it?”

“No.”

“Talk you out of it?”

“No.”

“Sit here while you decide?”

That answer came easily.

“Yes.”

“Aight, love.”

He picked up his sushi.

That was all.

I reread the email while Landon ate dinner on my screen. No persuasive speech. No reminder that the event happened in his city. No explanation of what accepting could mean for our relationship.

He simply stayed.

My fingers returned to the keyboard.

I typed.

Crème & Chill would be honored to participate. Please consider this our official confirmation. We’d also love to incorporate Scoops & Stories into our booth and provide a children’s literacy giveaway.

I read it twice, then hit send.

My stomach fluttered.

“You good?” Landon asked.

I checked.

“Yes.”

“Regret it?”

“No.”

His expression softened with satisfaction. “Then congratulations.”

I closed the laptop.

“We’re doing a pop-up in Self Springs.”

“You are.”

“You’ll come see me?”