Page 271 of Worth the Trip

“I used to think belonging to you would eventually mean choosing where my real life was. Self Ridge or Self Springs. Now I think we just got good at belonging in both.”

Something warm moved through his expression.

“That sound right.”

“I have your coffee at my house.”

“You mentioned that.”

“You have my books.”

“Several.”

“You know my grocery store.”

“And the cashier with the attitude.”

“Ms. Ruby likes you.”

“Ms. Ruby interrogated me about my intentions while scanning avocados.”

“She likes you.”

“And you know which cabinet Mama keeps the good glasses in.”

“Because Mama Brooks told me you and Lennox aren’t allowed to touch them.”

“That woman stay disrespectful.”

I laughed.

Landon set the book beside him.

“So your place or mine tonight?”

“Yours.”

“Why?”

“You changed the sheets.”

His eyes narrowed. “How you know?”

“Because you told me this morning. Also, because you are predictably consistent.”

“Consistent.”

“Predictably consistent.”

“I can live with that.”

“And tomorrow?”

“Mine.”

“Breakfast?”

“At yours.”