Page 105 of Spilling the Tea

Yes, she would. Chance had bought the cabin from Trevor Grant, and a new barn had already been built. She and Chance would use the cabin by the lake as their “getaway” place. She and Chance had gone to the tomb twice now to put more flowers there for Waylon’s and Victoria’s graves. They’d even traveled to Laredo to place flowers on Deedra’s grave.

When she saw Chance walking toward them, she eased out of the chair, kissed Mama Laverne on her cheek, and said, “Again, thanks for everything.”

“No thanks needed. It was meant for the two of you to be together. Just like it’s meant for those two,” she said, pointing to the two kids running around the yard playing together.

Zoey recognized the little girl with red hair as the daughter of Alex and Christy Maxwell; and the little boy as one of the triplet sons of a couple she’d met a few weeks ago—retired Colonel Ashton Sinclair and his wife, Netherland.

“I won’t be alive when it happens, but mark my word that one day it will,” Mama Laverne added.

Zoey smiled. There was no doubt in her mind that one day it would happen since Mama Laverne had declared it would. Walking down the steps to meet her husband, Zoey was swept into Chance’s strong arms.

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