James sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“No.” I said the word forcefully. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I just got really good news and I should be celebrating, not borrowing trouble for the future.”
“Oh, good.” He grinned slowly. “Because I texted Mama the news while you were in the bathroom, and—”
“Oh Jesus, James, tell me you didn’t.”
“She might’ve sent back an eggplant emoji. She probably would forgive me if I took you back to Gaynor Beach, but we might as well persevere for two days and hang out in Huntington Beach.”
I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see. Whatever Mama wanted, Mama got. I’d learned that much in the last five weeks. But the nice thing about Mama was that she really only wanted what was best for everyone. She was upset James had moved away—but she wanted him to be happy, s
