around me before loosening their hold.
We both clear our throats and I glance around the barn, looking for a distraction. As I go about picking up the few discarded pieces of wrapping paper, I try not to think about how good it felt to touch him.
“I also have some good news,” he says as he walks back toward the barn door, putting some distance between us.
“Oh? So, this visit isn’t just for my birthday?”
He smiles. “It is, but I also wanted to tell you this in person.”
“Well, you’ve got me all intrigued now. Tell me.”
“I got a loan for that buildin’ I’ve wanted to buy. My application was approved yesterday, and I was able to get the owner to lower his sellin’ price.”
“Oh, my God, Deacon! That’s so great,” I squeal and wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
His arms wrap around my waist, and my feet leave the floor.
I kiss his cheek before he sits me back down.
“I’m really happy for you,” I tell him.
“Thanks,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “You’re the first to know. Well, besides Micah. I came to tell Mom and Dad, but I just had to tell you first.”
That little tidbit of information causes my breath to catch. The fact that he still thinks of me as someone he wants to share pieces of his life with makes my heart beat faster.
“I also want you to come to a little party we’re throwing in a couple of weeks. I should be able to close on the building by the end of the month, and I want to have a celebration, just family and some close friends. The building is a mess, but it’ll be cool.”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
“Okay.” He smiles. “Well, I better go talk to Mama before I have to leave. I’ve gotta get back for a late shift.”
“Thanks for this,” I say, holding my gift. “And congrats again.”
He nods and waves as he exits the barn. And I’m left standing there, holding a small pewter castle to my chest.
Micah and I ride to Baton Rouge in comfortable silence; the only noise is an old country station playing low on the radio of his Jeep. His new ride was purchased with a portion of his inheritance, the majority of which he’s saving for renovations on the building we’re going to tonight. I’m so proud of him and Deacon.
They have a dream, and they’re going for it.
Some people might think they’re not old enough to take on a venture like this, but those people don’t know Deacon and Micah like I do. They’re driven, and when they have a goal, they pretty much succumb to tunnel-vision, only seeing what’s in front of them. And they’ll do anything to get it.
“You excited?” I ask as we exit off the highway.
“Yeah,” Micah says, looking over his shoulder. “I feel all jittery inside, like right before I go out on the field for a big game.”
“I can see that,” I say, chuckling. “This is a pretty big deal.
He nods, focused on the road and the turns he’s making to get us where we’re going.
“So, who’s all gonna be there?”
“Uh, just us and Deacon. Dad and Mom are supposed to stop by for a few. Other than that, just some of Deacon’s friends from school.”
“I wish Tucker could be here for this.”
“Me too.”
“I miss him,” I confess, looking out the window as we get closer to campus, which must mean we’re closer to the building.
“Me too,” Micah says. “I’m glad he’s out doin’ his thing, but I’m ready for him to come home. At least for a while.”
We pull up in front of what looks like an abandoned building. The windows are blacked out and unlike the adjoining buildings, there’s no signage, no lighting.
I recognize Deacon’s truck, but the rest of the vehicles parked close by aren’t familiar, and suddenly I’m nervous.
I’ve never interacted with Deacon at college or his friends. I’ve wanted to, but my daddy hasn’t let me. He always says a college campus isn’t the place for a young lady. But Micah and Tucker
We both clear our throats and I glance around the barn, looking for a distraction. As I go about picking up the few discarded pieces of wrapping paper, I try not to think about how good it felt to touch him.
“I also have some good news,” he says as he walks back toward the barn door, putting some distance between us.
“Oh? So, this visit isn’t just for my birthday?”
He smiles. “It is, but I also wanted to tell you this in person.”
“Well, you’ve got me all intrigued now. Tell me.”
“I got a loan for that buildin’ I’ve wanted to buy. My application was approved yesterday, and I was able to get the owner to lower his sellin’ price.”
“Oh, my God, Deacon! That’s so great,” I squeal and wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
His arms wrap around my waist, and my feet leave the floor.
I kiss his cheek before he sits me back down.
“I’m really happy for you,” I tell him.
“Thanks,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “You’re the first to know. Well, besides Micah. I came to tell Mom and Dad, but I just had to tell you first.”
That little tidbit of information causes my breath to catch. The fact that he still thinks of me as someone he wants to share pieces of his life with makes my heart beat faster.
“I also want you to come to a little party we’re throwing in a couple of weeks. I should be able to close on the building by the end of the month, and I want to have a celebration, just family and some close friends. The building is a mess, but it’ll be cool.”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
“Okay.” He smiles. “Well, I better go talk to Mama before I have to leave. I’ve gotta get back for a late shift.”
“Thanks for this,” I say, holding my gift. “And congrats again.”
He nods and waves as he exits the barn. And I’m left standing there, holding a small pewter castle to my chest.
Micah and I ride to Baton Rouge in comfortable silence; the only noise is an old country station playing low on the radio of his Jeep. His new ride was purchased with a portion of his inheritance, the majority of which he’s saving for renovations on the building we’re going to tonight. I’m so proud of him and Deacon.
They have a dream, and they’re going for it.
Some people might think they’re not old enough to take on a venture like this, but those people don’t know Deacon and Micah like I do. They’re driven, and when they have a goal, they pretty much succumb to tunnel-vision, only seeing what’s in front of them. And they’ll do anything to get it.
“You excited?” I ask as we exit off the highway.
“Yeah,” Micah says, looking over his shoulder. “I feel all jittery inside, like right before I go out on the field for a big game.”
“I can see that,” I say, chuckling. “This is a pretty big deal.
He nods, focused on the road and the turns he’s making to get us where we’re going.
“So, who’s all gonna be there?”
“Uh, just us and Deacon. Dad and Mom are supposed to stop by for a few. Other than that, just some of Deacon’s friends from school.”
“I wish Tucker could be here for this.”
“Me too.”
“I miss him,” I confess, looking out the window as we get closer to campus, which must mean we’re closer to the building.
“Me too,” Micah says. “I’m glad he’s out doin’ his thing, but I’m ready for him to come home. At least for a while.”
We pull up in front of what looks like an abandoned building. The windows are blacked out and unlike the adjoining buildings, there’s no signage, no lighting.
I recognize Deacon’s truck, but the rest of the vehicles parked close by aren’t familiar, and suddenly I’m nervous.
I’ve never interacted with Deacon at college or his friends. I’ve wanted to, but my daddy hasn’t let me. He always says a college campus isn’t the place for a young lady. But Micah and Tucker
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