Chapter 63
ShannonNew Year’s Day dawned crisp and sunny. I woke up early at the hotel, grabbed some breakfast from the buffet, and drove to pick up Olivia for weekend visitation.
“Sorry, she’s not quite ready yet. She’s still getting dressed,” Jeff explained, closing the door behind me as I crossed the threshold of his house. His sandy hair spiked in different directions, and he seemed flustered. “You mind waiting in the kitchen? Taryn’s in there making black-eyed peas for New Year’s.”
“Is it ready yet? I could always use some good luck.”
The Southern tradition of having black-eyed peas and greens on January 1 was supposed to ensure good luck and money. Both sounded good to me.
“Not yet.”
“Shoot. Maybe I’ll get my own today.”
Jeff laughed. “If it’s okay, I need to head back to my of
