My feet crunched over dry hickory leaves. Wood rangers had stapled up Smokey Bear (Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires!) signs along the state roads. One cigarette butt flicked out a passing car window...
A diamond wedding ring, you say?I studied his face. Was he putting me on? He looked earnest. As any guy would expect, a diamond is what she’s after, I said. Did you hold out hope you’d get by for anyt...
Quote taken from Chapter 1: That's the idea. Listen, Frank, this one is different. She's a keeper." He let that part gel in me. "Get your head screwed on straight and move to Richmond. You hate it liv...
Get a load of this, Frank. Gerald Peyton’s pause set off his pronouncement. She is expecting to get a wedding ring.That’s understandable, I said, unsure how he could afford a ring on what our firm cle...
From Chapter 1:You’re not a local. I paused, unsure. Or are you?Sort of. Randall Van Dotson is my dad. I’m Rennie. After tossing her head that coy, sweet way girls do, she gave me a candid appraisal.
I let my gaze travel out the picture window. Unlike at my old doublewide trailer perched on the fringe of a played out quarry, here I owned a real yard with real grass that screamed for mowing each Mo...
She wore a loose bathrobe that covered up a body that would have won first prize in a beauty contest for cement blocks.....She had a voice that made pearl harbour sound like a lullaby.