Heather and her mom are chatting on the phone when Chance walks in the back door of the kitchen.

"Ok, he just came in the door. I will call you back when I find out what his plans are. Love you too sweety, bye".

Chance grabs a cup of coffee then sits at the table as his Mom hangs up the phone. "Ok, what are you and Heather up to already this morning", he asks her with a smile.

"Heather was thinking of getting together at The Lone Goose Saloon tomorrow night with some friends and wanted to know if you wanted to go. She said she could call some of your friends to let them know but wanted to be sure first," she explains.

It would be nice to catch up with some of the guys and who knows when I will get back here for awhile he thinks to himself.

"Sure, sounds good to me. What time she thinking about meeting there?" he asks.

"Why don't you give her a call around 1 when she breaks for lunch. That way you two can discuss details, " she answers.

"Ok, sounds good. Oh by the way Momma one of the guys from the group is coming down here tomorrow to spend a few days. I will be picking him up sometime during the day and then we will be staying at my place while he's here, " he tells her.

"Whose coming? And there is no need for you to stay at your place, there is plenty of room here for the both of you" she says.

"It's Tim Foust, " he tells her. "I know you have the room Momma but when people find out we both are here, well it could get a little crazy and noisy."

"How bad could it be? This house sits two miles down a dirt road from a county road. Whose going to find you out here" she replies.

Chance laughs, " you would be surprised how relentless our fans are when it comes to finding out where we are".

'Tim Foust? ..hmm, oh yeah he's the cutie with the really deep voice" she says as she winks at Chance.

"Really Mom" he says as he looks at her in disbelief.

"I may be old but I ain't dead, " she laughs. "But you're still my favorite honey " she assures him as she tugs lightly on his beard kissing his cheek before walking out of the room.

Great, my Mom's a Tim Foust groupie, he thinks to himself as he finishes his coffee.