I dropped myhead and glanced at my ring finger. Maybe my dad was right.
“I’m gonna do adeep dive in the morning, Ducky, and I’ll see what I can find. You think youcan sleep?”
“I’m gonna do mybest,” I breathed out.
“Good. Love you,honey.”
“Love you too,Daddy.”
“Night.”
“Night.”
We rang off andI texted Huck to let him know I was finally heading to bed. I was surprised tosee him text back. I frowned as I read his message.
Huck:Good night, beautiful.Sleep well.
Me:Why aren’t you asleep?Pain?
Huck:I’m okay. Took a pain pill.Breakfast?
Me:Sure. 11? My place?
Huck:It’s a date.
Me:See you then.
Huck:<3
I plugged myphone in and went through my nighttime routine, then climbed into bed. It tookme forever to fall asleep, however, because all I could see when I closed myeyes was some asshole railing on Huck with a hockey stick, and his leg goingthe opposite way a leg ought to.
* * *
Huck knocked onmy door at ten-fifty-five and I opened it with a little trepidation. “Goodmorning.”
He smiled. “Goodmorning.”
“How’s yourknee?”
“It’s better.” Liftinga pink box as he walked inside, he said, “I grabbed donuts.”
“Are those TopO’ the Morning Donuts?”
Huck smiled. “Yeah.”
“No way,really?” I breathed out.
“Yeah, is thatokay?”
“Anytime youwant to show up with Top O’ the Morning Donuts, is A-Okay by me.”
“Are they good?”he asked, following me into the kitchen. “LouLou told me the top five places,but I’ve never actually tried them.”
“Oh my god,they’re thebest. Nothing stupid like fruit loops or shit on top, justthe best donuts you’ll ever taste in your life.”
He chuckled,setting the box on the island. “Who the hell would put fruit loops on a donut?”
“Right?” I said.“I made coffee, and I was gonna make bacon if you want it.”
