Sweet Home Carolina
“Amy argued, wrapping her arms around her middle to prevent herself from flinging them around the solid porch posts and screaming — Mine, mine, you can’t have it!
“Of course it is. Look at the huge bungalow porch, the posts that are wider on the bottom than the top, and under here.…” Jacques jimmied up the tacky old vinyl. “Cedar shakes!”
“Bungalows don’t have two stories, with an attic,” she pointed out, then wanted to smack herself. Instead of pointing out all the obvious features, she ought to be wooing him away with promises of food. Why on earth was he looking at houses?
And if he won the mill and knew how valuable this house was, she’d never be able to buy it cheaply. Her heart sank down to one of her little toes. She’d kissed this man, thought the unthinkable even knowing he would be leaving soon. Someone really ought to just slap her.
“The previous owners popped up the top story, probably when they added the vinyl.” Jacques tilted back his head so the blunt-cut hair at his nape... fell over his collar.MoreLess
“Of course it is. Look at the huge bungalow porch, the posts that are wider on the bottom than the top, and under here.…” Jacques jimmied up the tacky old vinyl. “Cedar shakes!”
“Bungalows don’t have two stories, with an attic,” she pointed out, then wanted to smack herself. Instead of pointing out all the obvious features, she ought to be wooing him away with promises of food. Why on earth was he looking at houses?
And if he won the mill and knew how valuable this house was, she’d never be able to buy it cheaply. Her heart sank down to one of her little toes. She’d kissed this man, thought the unthinkable even knowing he would be leaving soon. Someone really ought to just slap her.
“The previous owners popped up the top story, probably when they added the vinyl.” Jacques tilted back his head so the blunt-cut hair at his nape... fell over his collar.MoreLess
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