Hi guys! I'm so sorry for the long wait and short chapters. I'm working on it! Going camping this weekend so won't post until Sunday at least. Thanks for bearing with me! Enjoy and review! :)

*Zoe's POV*

There's no airport in Bluebell, of course, so we took the bus from the Mobile airport to the road. I'd made arrangements for Lavon to pick us up from the Daphne bus stop.
"Hey, y'all!" he shouted out the window, slowing down the car in front of the bench. "Big Z! George, my man! Great to see ya!"
Mason's big brown eyes stared up at him in wonder. Lavon's practically a god to him.
"Mason! How you doing, little man?"
George, obviously quite uncomfortable, shifted his weight back and forth. "Lavon," he mumbled as I gave Lavon a hug. "It's, uh, good to see you. Yep."
"Hey, you too, George. Come on, get in, let's get to Bluebell!"
"How long have you been in town, Lavon?" I asked while nursing Layla in the car.
"'Bout three days. Soon as I flew in I made a speech at the Rammer Jammer. I've been sleeping at the Plantation the rest of the time."

Soon, we arrived at the old carriage house. "Thing hasn't hardly been touched since you left," Lavon commented, waving his big hand toward the deserted house. "Gave Wade the option of rentin' it out, but he didn't want to, I guess."
Curious to see the place, I rushed inside. Lavon was right, it hadn't been touched. A few windows were still open, there was a set of plates in the open dishwasher, and the bed hadn't been made.
I ignored the messiness and spun around, glad to be home. George's constipated expression hadn't wavered, but thickened at the sight of the empty beer bottles by the stove.
"Better get to cleanin'," he muttered, pulling me outside to unload the luggage. "We're gettin' out as fast as we can."

*Lavon's POV*

After the Tuckers got settled in, I made my way back to the main house. Wade was sitting on my porch.
"Hey!" I shouted. "Haven't seen much of you since I been back. How you been, man?"
"Told you, I been fine," he mumbled. "Who was that?"
From the scared look in his eyes, I wanted to lie and say it was some old collage friend, but I could tell eh already knew the answer.
"The Tucker Family," I choked out stupidly.
"They moving back here?" he still looked scared, but I could also sense a tiny bit of hope.
"Naw, just visiting for a week."
I half expected him to look relieved, but he just looked disappointed. Was he honestly hoping to get in Zoe's pants again?
"Tuckers are happily married," I added, just to clarify.
"Got it," he snapped. "I don't plan on spendin' much of my time on Zoe Hart."
"Zoe Tucker," I corrected. "And good, 'cause Lavon Hayes doesn't do scandals."
"Don't expect any," he snapped. "And don't expect me to even look at those stupid New Yorkers, or their stupid New York shorts."
"She's a mother. She don't wear 'em anymore."
Again he looked slightly disappointed. "Well, good. And when you have 'em over hor dinner, don't invite me."
"I won't."
"Fine."
He got up from the wicker porch chair and trotted back home to his gatehouse.
I didn't know whether to laugh at or comfort him. But Lavon Hayes doesn't do affairs...not anymore anyway. That's another story.