CHAPTER 15
GRACE
“You doing okay?” my mother asked.
Propping the phone up on my shoulder, I opened the oven to check on my biscuits. “I’m fine, Mom. Just got done making biscuits and gravy for the guys.” I’d gotten up early and made breakfast. I wanted to give back in any way I could.
“I see,” she said with a snicker.
“What’s so funny?” I pulled down three plates out of the cabinet and grabbed the orange juice from the refrigerator.
“Nothing, sweetheart. I’m just getting the impression you like being there. I can hear it in your voice.”
“I guess I can’t hide anything from you.” I’d finally allowed myself to get close to Ian, and I’d found a friend in Reed. I had a new purpose in life, and it didn’t involve working myself to death. This experience had taught me there were more import
