Chapter 194

Harley

I'm starving this morning, but I've learned that eating first thing tends to be a bad deal for me. Every other time I've tried, it's come right back up. And not just once.

Copious amounts of times.

But this morning? A Harper specialty sounds amazing and, since I never ask her for anything, I pull my cell phone out and shoot off a text.

H: Any chance you might have an extra sausage biscuit for me this morning?

H: I think I can make an exception. There'll be one for you when you get here, Mama.

H: So you heard?

H: Of course I did. See you in a few.

Bishop is already gone, probably trying to work off that ten pounds he's gained since he's started trying to quit smoking. It's sweet he wants to do it for me and the baby. Reaching down, I rub a hand over my stomach.

I'm going to have to get new clothes soon. Right now, I'm in stretchy everything. Including a pair of Bishop's sweatpants.

Throwing my hair up and grabbing my purse, I'm out the door with my mouth watering.

I'm nostalgi