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My brothers helped unload the groceries, then I went to work preparing my lasagna. They continued packing their gear and getting things ready for their run as I cooked, and I kinda enjoyed the strange homeyness of it all. Our home life was definitely not your typical picture of normal, but it worked for us.

And that made me wonder if it could work for Ford and me, which was a dangerous train of thought concerning something that was supposed to be casual. Hopefully talking to Ford would give me some clarity on everything because I was confused when it came to what was going on between us. Except when we were together; everything felt perfect in those moments.

After putting the lasagna in the oven, I chopped some greens and tomatoes for a salad and made some garlic bread. Then I set the table and made some fresh lemonade.

My dad walked in as I was taking the lasagna out. “Damn, Dixie, that smells delicious.”

I smiled. “Almost ready. Just have to let it cool off.”

When the lasagna had cooled and everyone was at the table, we passed around the salad, bread, and pasta, then dug in.

After his first few bites, Jameson commented, “This is fucking great, Dixyn.”

Raleigh agreed. “We haven't had food this good since Grandma died.”

I smiled proudly as my dad nodded. “It's good to have you back,” he said fondly.

My dad and I didn't have the best relationship, and the emotions between us were typically messy. We were both hardheaded and hot-tempered, but we were still family. Even though I still resented him for several things, losing my grandfather made me realize how important family was. “Thanks, Dad.”

After the guys had seconds, my brothers helped me clear the table and wash the dishes as my dad loaded their gear. Then we went outside so I could send them off. I gave them each a hug before they mounted their bikes.

“Please be careful,” I warned.

“Always,” Jameson said with a wink before slipping on his helmet.

“We'll be back soon,” my dad assured.

“Don't have too much fun while we're gone,” Raleigh joked.

I waved as they drove away, concern making my chest tight and my stomach knot. When I couldn't see their taillights anymore, I went back inside, telling myself they would be okay.

After I put the leftovers away, I went up to my room to get ready to see Ford. The guilt about seeing him was starting to fade, and I wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. I figured only time would tell.

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