Page 45 of Lone Star Longing
“But that’s not you. You’re going to get tired of this place, of your mom, like you did before, and you’re going to take off, and you’re not going to be any better than this loser she’s with now.”
Beck wanted to call bullshit. He really did. But too many of Con’s words rang true. Too many. What would he do if he stayed in Broken Wheel? And would Lacey want to come with him if he left? Was he really going to drag a woman and child all around the country?
Con was right. He didn't have any business thinking of Lacey as anything more than another friend. He didn't have anything to offer, nothing more than the fool she was with.
“So I’m going to San Antonio this week,” Lacey announced to the table. “Jesse is coming in, and I want to surprise him at the airport.”
“He’s not flying into San Angelo?”
Something in her face dimmed. “He’s going to stop in San Antonio and see his family first. I wanted to surprise him. Anyone want to go with me?”
“Dude, it’s over five hours away,” Ginny groaned. “No matter what they have, it’s not worth five hours.”
“Don't you want to spend time with him on your own?” Poppy asked. “It’s been months since you’ve seen him.”
“Well, I thought someone could take me, and I could come back with him. He left his truck at his mom’s.”
“That makes sense, I guess?” Poppy’s skepticism echoed in her voice, and to be honest, echoed Beck’s own thoughts.
“I’ll take you,” Beck said, and ignored the hard elbow Con plowed into his kidney.
Lacey turned those pretty brown eyes to him. “You will?”
“Yeah, I don't mind driving, and I can take care of some business while I’m there. I’ll take you. What day are you thinking about?”
“His plane arrives Thursday. His mom sent me the flight information so I can meet him at the airport.”
Beck’s heart ached at her enthusiasm. He didn't think this guy was doing right by her, but what did he know? He didn't know what this guy was going through, but clearly Lacey wasn't his priority if he was flying home to his mommy first.
Again, not fair. He didn't know the relationship this guy had with his mom. Pretty much everyone had a better relationship with their mom than he did.
“Thanks, Beck. It’s going to be fun.”
“It’s going to be a long damn drive, is what it is,” Con muttered, and rose to go get another beer.
Chapter Eleven
