She laughed and nodded toward the back of the store. “Office. She’s been fighting with invoices for the last half hour.”
“I have to show her something,” Mila said.
“Well, go save her.”
That was all the permission she needed. Mila took off toward the back, and I called after her to walk before she disappeared around the corner.
Naomi waited exactly two seconds.
“So.”
“No.”
“I haven’t asked anything.”
“Keep it that way.”
She leaned against the counter. “How was breakfast?”
I looked at her.
Her smile widened.
“How do you know about breakfast?”
“Luna came in here smiling.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“It answers enough of it.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Y’all are terrible.”
“Who is y’all?”
“You and my sister.”
“I’ve never met your sister.”
“You’d get along.”
“I already like her.”
“That’s exactly the problem.”
Before Naomi could dig any deeper, Mila’s voice carried from the back of the store.
“Miss Luna!”
A few seconds later, Luna appeared from around the corner with Mila beside her.
She looked different than she did that morning. Her curls were pulled away from her face now, and the sleeves of her top were pushed up to her elbows, but the smile she gave me was the same one she had when she climbed out of my truck.
Maybe a little more surprised.
“You’re back.”
“Wasn’t my idea.”