CHAPTER 7
Breakfast date?
My heart lurches. What did she mean by breakfast date?
“And, look at you dressed in one of Waylon’s T-shirts!” Meemaw claps her hands together. “He stayed with me for a few weeks after he got back from Delaware while he was waiting for his trailer to get here. I was meaning to bring the clothes he left behind over to him, but I never got around to it. And now here you are, wearing it for your first breakfast date!”
“Meemaw.” The sweet nickname becomes a dire warning the way Waylon grits it out between his teeth.
Meemaw turns off the electric range with an embarrassed wave of her hand. “Oh, don't mind me. I'm just having some fun with this separate living arrangement you decided on instead of rockin’ the trailer all night like Crazytown and me would’ve done if
