Page 46 of Butter My Biscuit

Landon

It’s true. I’m gonna try to come visit you after the new year.

Grace

I’d really like that. The West Texas mountains are gorgeous.

Landon

Like you.

I blush and find myself smiling even if it’s a bit cheesy. I look at the time and see it’s just past eleven, and I’m exhausted.

Grace

Call me tomorrow night. I’d love to chat with you more.

Landon

It’s a date. Good night, Grace!

Grace

Night.

Before I lock my phone, Harrison texts me.

Harrison

Made it home. Sweet dreams.

Grace

Sweet dreams.

I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying the last year, and know I have to make changes in my life because I don’t want to be in the same place I’m in this time next year. The thoughts haunt me, and I toss and turn, knowing I have to be up at seven for work.

Just as I kick one leg out from under the blankets, my phone buzzes so I reach over to see Harrison calling. I quickly unlock my phone and answer.

“Hi.”

I smile. “Hi.”

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asks, and I can imagine him at his house, lying in the dark, talking to me.

“I’m trying.” I keep my eyes closed, wishing my body would let go, wishing to lose the fight to Mr. Sandman. “Why aren’t you?”

“Just restless. Making sure you’re okay. I know how you get in your head.”

I softly laugh. “Are you whispering so your lady of the night doesn’t hear?”

“No, I’m alone, but you know I wouldn’t care.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m just so tired, and I can’t sleep.”

“Maybe you should put on a pair of socks?”

“Hmm. That’s a thought. But I don’t feel like gettin’ up.” Just having him on the phone with me is enough to help me slowly relax.

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