The next morning, they woke to the sound of giggly girls and banging pots and pans. As Ford stretched his limbs, he grumbled under his breath. He had never been a morning person from working long hours on the road and being up late into the night. Piper, on the other hand, was raring to go.
“What the hell? It's five in the morning,” Ford grumbled, pulling the pillow up over his ears.
“Oh goody! That means my country cook'n aunt is up and at it. You’re in for the best country breakfast of your life.” Piper jumped up and pulled Ford out of bed, dragging him to the living area with the open-concept kitchen. “Morning Mom! You’re out of the chair cooking with Aunt Maggie?”
“I feel good today, baby. I’m really hungry and wanted some biscuits and gravy. I lost all my food yesterday from being
