The Long Way Home by K. Langston

Author:K. Langston [Langston, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, fiction
Publisher: K. Langston
Published: 2017-09-10T18:30:00+00:00

Present

He’s been over every night this week. We haven’t delved into the past much. It’s hard to do that with Caroline around, but the memories just continue to come.

Mostly we’ve talked about what he’s been up to. His third album, titled Grandeur, will drop in a few weeks. When I asked him why he named it after our tiny little town, he told me most of the album’s songs were all about coming home or enjoying the grander things in life. I haven’t had a chance to listen to them all yet. I’m nervous about it actually. Linc’s music has always been special to me. I can relate to it. I don’t know if it’s because we’ve always been so close or because we come from the same place but every song he’s ever written has some kind of lifeline to my soul.

Tonight we’re going to Gwynn’s for supper. I’m excited to get out of the house and so is Caroline. I even made a big deal about getting dressed up. Well, not too dressed up. Just enough to make it girlie and fun. I put on one of my old sundresses and spent a little extra time on my hair and makeup, something I haven’t done lately. Caroline is wearing a pink shirt, her favorite floral skirt that hits just above the knee with a cute little ruffle along the hem, and her baby pink chucks. I braided her dark locks into two French braids on each side. She’s been anxious to get here all day and as soon as we step on the porch, Linc opens the front door.

“There’s my girls.”

Per her usual greeting, Caroline throws her arms around his waist. “Hey, Linc.”

“Hey, sweet girl.”

“Where’s Gwynnie?”

“She’s in the kitchen. Why don’t you go run in and say hi,” Linc says.

Once she’s out of sight, he steps out onto the porch, closing the door behind him.

He’s dressed in his customary threadbare jeans and a navy blue Dawson’s brewery T-shirt.

“Nice shirt,” I comment when he takes me in his arms.

The palm of my hand balances the plate of peach bars I made for dessert as his mouth moves to my ear. “I’ll let you wear it later if you want,” he mutters, and I can feel the hidden meaning of his words tingling down below.

He presses a kiss to my burning cheek, intensifying the tingle to a hot ache.

“Did you bring me treats?” he asks, pulling away.

“Peach bars.” Taking the plate, he clasps my hand with his own, leading me inside.

“Oh wow, it smells incredible in here.”

“I made roast.”

“You made roast?” I ask suspiciously.

“Hey, I’ve improved on my culinary skills.” He winks over his shoulder. “With Mama’s help of course.”

“Of course.”

It takes everything I have not to cry when I walk into the kitchen. It’s been nearly six months since I’ve seen Gwynn, when she came into the café to have lunch. She would call from time to time to check up on Caroline and me but I wasn’t very talkative, especially when she would bring up Linc.

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