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“Eh.”
“Okay, how is he not fabulous?”
“He’s too possessive of you.”
“Wrong word. He’s protective of me.”
“What is he protecting you from?”
“I’m changing the subject before I smack you through my cellphone, Macie.”
She chuckled. “We’ve tangled up before.”
“And amazingly, you and I are still best friends.”
“Because you love me.”
“Yes, I do love you.”
“Love you, too, and can hardly wait to see your pretty face!”
Rachel cleared her throat. “Um, excuse me. What am I over here? Chopped liver? Hell.”
“You’re my baby sister, and that within itself is the best,” I said.
“Better than me?” Macie teased.
“I’m hanging up. See y’all tomorrow.”
When our call ended, I got up from my couch and poured myself a little more sauvignon blanc. After taking a sip, I leaned against my kitchen counter and thought about Macie feeling that Chad was too possessive of me. She expressed the same concern not long after I started dating Chad. My reply to her back then was the same as today. He was simply protective of me.
I knew Macie was only trying to look out for me just like my sister had always done, and I’d done for both of them. The three of us had seen each other go through past heartbreaks with guys and didn’t want it to happen again.
Since Macie was single and not looking to get involved with anyone, her heart was safe for now. As for Rachel, the happiness she shared with her husband, Jackson Silverman, was what fairytales were made of. They were perfect for each other in every way and so in love. Once upon a time, I thought the same about Jackson’s older brother, Rhys, and me.
CH 2 - #roots
Riley
Song: “Famous In A Small Town” by Miranda Lambert
“OUR GIRL FINALLY came back home!” my momma said, hugging me and kissing me on the cheek. My daddy had his turn next.
“It feels good to be back. I get nostalgic whenever I start seeing cypress and pine trees along the road and then the old railroad bridge over the bayou.”
“Are your suitcases in your trunk?” my daddy asked.
“They are, but I’ll get them later.”
“Give me your keys and go on inside the house with your momma.”
I chuckled. “Yes, sir.”
As he walked down the front porch steps, heading to my car, my momma and I went straight to the kitchen.
“Riley, I hope you’re hungry,” she said, pulling her homemade lasagna from the oven and setting it on the stove. It smelled delicious.
“I’m starving. Work was so busy today that I didn’t get a chance to eat lunch. I just snacked on some potato chips.”
