The Singing River
“Where did you get all of these?”
Mr. Nelson laughed. “At Granger’s farm.”
I eyed the huge sacks of peanuts sitting on Thomas’ back porch. “And you plan to eat all of them?”
He grinned. “No, I plan to boil them down and freeze them. I figured since you didn’t have anything else to do …”
I threw him a look.
He chuckled. “Right good one you are.”
“Only because I plan to take a few bags with me,” I argued.
He winked at me. “Of course, of course …”
The sound of tires crunching on gravel followed by ...a slamming door had us both pausing. I walked through Mr. Nelson’s house, stopping just short of his screen door, my eyes widening at the sight of the Mustang in the drive.
“You expecting company?” Thomas asked.
I looked back at the old man as he hobbled toward me, his gaze on the drive beyond.
“Not that I know of,” I replied.
Pushing open the screen door, I stepped onto the porch, my hands rubbing my arms even in the heat.
River Brayden stepped clear of his Mustang, his jeans dark against a white button-up dress shirt he’d pulled free of his pants.MoreLess
Mr. Nelson laughed. “At Granger’s farm.”
I eyed the huge sacks of peanuts sitting on Thomas’ back porch. “And you plan to eat all of them?”
He grinned. “No, I plan to boil them down and freeze them. I figured since you didn’t have anything else to do …”
I threw him a look.
He chuckled. “Right good one you are.”
“Only because I plan to take a few bags with me,” I argued.
He winked at me. “Of course, of course …”
The sound of tires crunching on gravel followed by ...a slamming door had us both pausing. I walked through Mr. Nelson’s house, stopping just short of his screen door, my eyes widening at the sight of the Mustang in the drive.
“You expecting company?” Thomas asked.
I looked back at the old man as he hobbled toward me, his gaze on the drive beyond.
“Not that I know of,” I replied.
Pushing open the screen door, I stepped onto the porch, my hands rubbing my arms even in the heat.
River Brayden stepped clear of his Mustang, his jeans dark against a white button-up dress shirt he’d pulled free of his pants.MoreLess
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