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CHAPTER 44
Cash
“How’s things?” Chuck had been making monthly deliveries to Southern Comfort for as long as I’d worked there.
And every month he asked the same question. And every month my response had been the same, “Good.”
But not today. Cheyenne and I had officially been together for one month and things could not be better.
Today I told him, “Everything is fucking amazing.”
“Glad to hear it.” He nodded as he rolled the door on the back of his truck up.
“How are things with you?” I asked as he climbed up into the truck.
“Same ol’, same ol’. Wife’s on my case about losing a few pounds.” Chuck slapped his belly that had grown significantly over the years that he’d been doing his deliveries. “I told her, if she married me for my body, she’s shit outta luck.” He chuckled. “She says it’s for health, got me eatin’ rabbit food. A man cannot survive on rabbit food.”
“How long have you two been together?”
“We’ve been happily married for twenty years.”
“Twenty years, wow.”
“Well now, we’ve been married thirty-five, but twenty of them were happy.” Chuck cracked up at his own joke and I smiled as we made quick work of unloading the truck.
I’d been fascinated by marriage lately. Obsessed with it really. I’d been grilling every person that sat down at the bar with a ring on their left finger about their marriage.
I couldn’t wait to make Cheyenne my wife. I’d have already dragged her down the aisle by now, but she insisted that we wait until after Hank and Skylar got married before we even announced our engagement.
So, we’d been secretly engaged for four weeks. As much as I wanted to make her Mrs. Malone, I was also sort of enjoying the secrecy of it all. I liked that it was just between us. Something only we knew.
But I’d like it, even more, when I could call her my wife.
My phone dinged and I pulled it out to find a text from Marissa, it was a short video of Lia eating her breakfast that read: Good morning, Dada.
I typed back: Good morning, ladybug.
Marissa was so good about sending pictures and videos. Not only to me, but also to my mom. The two of them talked at least once a week.
I missed my baby girl so much, but I would be seeing a lot more of her soon. Marissa had applied for a position at a junior college in Savannah and had got the job. She and Lia would be moving as soon as this school year ended and they’d only be forty-five minutes away.
Everything in my life was falling into place.
I got another text and assumed it was from my mom since Cheyenne was teaching this morning. But when I pulled it out, I saw that it was from Billy.
It said: Family meeting. The bar. 10:00 a.m.
I figured that he must’ve sent it to me accidentally so I ignored it, putting it back in my pocket. I checked the time and saw that I had about fifteen minutes before I needed to make myself scarce.
Billy had been surprisingly accepting of Cheyenne and me. In fact, he’d been downright supportive. I just hoped he’d be as on board with us getting married as he’d been with us dating.
I had just finished stacking the new boxes of inventory when I heard the back door open.
“Hey, the new pint glasses came in. I’ll unbox them before we open. Oh, and Stan is coming to look at the cooler tomorrow. It’s the soonest he could get here.” I filled Billy in on everything that had transpired the day before. There was a time when he’d been at the bar seven days a week, but he’d started taking Sundays off to be with Reagan.
“Sounds good.” Billy nodded.
“See ya,” I started to head out the back.
