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My phone dings with a text, but before I can read, it’s ringing with Harley’s name on the screen.
“He—”
“They’re all fine,” she cuts me off.
At the news, my whole body sags in relief. “Thank God.”
“Tell her to get her skinny ass over here!” Jewls shouts in the background.
“Obviously, you heard that. None of the parents left today with this looming. We’re ordering in.”
“We have the food covered.”
“You sure? There are a lot of us.”
“I’m positive. Mom is a stress cook. We have enough to feed everyone, including Jewls.”
Her loud laugh travels through the line and my dad chuckles.
“Okay, see you soon.” She disconnects.
“All’s okay?” Mom asks.
“Yes, the guys are fine. No details yet. But we’re invited to come over.”
“Another night at the club?”
I smile openly at her reference. “These girls like to celebrate.”
“You’ve made some true friends. Can’t tell you how long we’ve waited for you to live this happiness.”
“I haven’t been a complete loner.”
“No, but you’ve spent almost a decade chasing this dream, and now everything is falling into place. That makes my mom heart happy.”
She’s right. With Dad’s connections and years of dedication, I can actually see my vision coming to light.
Another realization hits. “I’m ready to share the news.”
Mom looks at Dad and then at me, her eyes shimmering. “This calls for a celebration.”
“Let’s get this food packed up and over to the house. I want to be there when Ford comes home.”
I jump from the couch and type out a quick text to Ford, telling him my plans. Then it hits me—this is now my life.
“It’s made the National news.” Doug sips his whiskey his eyes on the television.
I scan the screen, seeing the same video footage from the local coverage.
“Earlier today, authorities in Nashville, Tennessee, seized multiple shipments of illegal drugs and weapons. This multi-agency collaboration is one of the largest in Nashville’s history, and the shipment is believed to have originated in South America. While many are speculating the street value amounts to over twenty-million dollars, we are still awaiting word to confirm.”
Her words are drowned out when the security monitor beeps, pulling my attention to the black truck coming up the street.
“Thank Jesus,” Celia breathes out
I’m the first one to the door, yanking it open and racing to the edge of the porch.
Ford steps out, shooting me a lop-sided grin that sends my heart speeding. He jogs up the steps, his gaze locked with mine until he’s close enough to pull me into his arms. “I love you,” he announces loud enough for everyone to hear.
