“That Shania cover was great last night,” she says to Nash. “We need to get her here again.” “She came from Louisville,” Nash says. “What a welcome home for you,” she says to me, nudging my shoulder. I look at her with confusion. “For me?” I ask. Nash clears his throat and asks, “Can I get a green protein smoothie with mine Sandy?” “Sure thing, hun.” She winks and heads off. I eye Nash and he avoids me for as long as he can. “What?” he asks. “What did she mean for me?”
