Page 128 of Worth the Trip

“Go.” I stepped back before I found another excuse to stay. “Call me when you get there.”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

That word carried more than the others.

I looked at her.

“I don’t make promises casually. If I tell you I’m calling, you’ll hear from me.”

Her shoulders eased.

“Okay.”

I opened the driver’s door, then took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“Thank you for today.”

“Thank you for coming.”

“I’ll be back.”

“I know.”

I climbed into the SUV.

Nolani stayed beside the open door.

“Tell your mama I hope she likes the butter pecan.”

“She will.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know Mama.”

“What if I didn’t put enough pecans?”

“She’ll complain.”

Her eyes widened.

“Landon.”

“Then eat the whole pint while complaining.”

“That woman better not insult my product and finish it.”

“You’ll understand the Brooks system eventually.”

She caught the word.

“Eventually?”

I smiled.

“Drive home, Landon.”