Nora's POV
The indecision gnaws at me as I stare at my phone screen. "I honestly have no clue what I want." My teeth sink into my lower lip as uncertainty floods through me. "This choice feels impossible to make."
James places his palm against my leg as our car cuts through the highway at breakneck speed. "You always figure things out," he assures me. Mack shifts closer on my other side, his warm presence a silent vote of confidence in whatever decision I reach.
"What happens if I choose wrong though?" My eyes search James's face while my fingers trail through Mack's silky coat. "What if I spend the rest of the day regretting it?" A frustrated breath escapes my lips as I return my attention to the phone. "Brent and Reina brought pizza just days ago, but authentic Chicago deep dish doesn't happen often for me. And genuine Chicago hot dogs are even rarer."
