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Excerpt from Man of Her Dreams.
Stepping into the store was like passing a threshold to another era. The
wood screen door slapped softly behind her and the smell of licorice drifted
from a glass bin beneath the counter. Dark walnut shelves made up the aisles
and were filled with incense, candles, soaps and handmade figurines. Each
corner she turned yielded a wicker basket brimming with peanut brittle,
pistachios, and cashews.
Her gaze flew from one wall to another covered with velvet paintings
of unicorns, Jesus, and Elvis. Multi-colored whirligigs dangled from the
ceiling, spinning wildly despite the fact there was no breeze. The floor
squeaked whenever she stepped on a loose board.
“Awful late to be out driving.”
The voice came from behind, low and smooth and Leslie eased around to
get a glimpse of the owner. Who-la-la…
She’d swallowed a gush of air. Tall, dark and handsome didn’t begin to describe
the guy standing a few feet away. Her breathing returned, soft, but shaky, and with
a tad more control than the gulping fish-mouth a minute ago.
His dark, brooding eyes surveyed her, a slight cleft chin tilted
upward a notch. When he smiled, a dimple appeared on the right side of his
cheek. It required enormous effort to drag her gaze from the lean, muscular
body to look at her watch.
“Depends on what you call late,” she said, the words sounding suggestive
even to her ears as she glanced at her watch. It was only 10:30 p.m. He carried
an armload of canned vegetables to a display stand.
“We usually roll up the sidewalks after supper. And by ten, most hard
working folks are in bed.”
Since she was ogling him, she may as well
enjoy the whole package. Broad shoulders, tanned forearms, and strong hands so
perfect she nearly stumbled. “Are you Jay?” she murmured.
“I am.”
“Hi. My name’s Leslie. The guy out there said you might have takeout
or something?”
“That right?” He chuckled and she wondered what she’d said that was so
funny. Her heart thundered when he stepped around the tower of corn and peas
and continued placing one can carefully on top of another. “If Harvey
The image of plump white beans swimming in broth and golden cornbread
smothered with butter made her mouth water. “That sounds good.”
“You’re serious?”
“Just hungry.”
“I’d be glad to make you a sandwich.”
“I’d be glad to make you a sandwich.”
The sensation of homemade bean soup warming her empty belly quickly
zapped and her heart sank. “No white beans or warm bread?”
He shook his head. “Hate to disappoint you.”
A sandwich would have to do. “Turkey
“Spam.”
“I’ll pass,” she laughed. “Thanks just the same.” She wandered slowly around
the store increasingly aware of his gaze upon her. Not the kind of surveillance
to see if she was shop lifting gaze. But the kind from a guy who’s interested in a
woman kind of look. Her insides fluttered. The throbbing in her head returned
and she reached for a bottle of aspirin. This was so weird. One minute she was
planning a wedding and the next, a single woman on a mission, determined to
forget the last few hours and start fresh. But first, she needed to get through
tonight. Uncle Bob had been divorced five times and claimed the only warmth he
needed came from a small bottle of Old Crow he kept stuffed in his hip pocket.
Leslie grabbed a couple bags of chips, some beef jerky and orange
juice then carried the armload to the counter. “I didn’t see any wine. Where—”
“Sorry. You’ll have to wait until Reams opens in the morning.” When he
nodded toward the window, threads of black hair spilled onto his forehead.
“Down the road and on the right. Has everything you’ll need from bologna and
cheese to soap and tissue.”
“Tomorrow?” she said, becoming more frustrated by the minute. All she
wanted to do was find the cabin, put on her bathrobe and have a glass of wine.
Was that too much to ask?
“At nine.”
A small carton of novelty bottles sat near the cash register. A
variety pack of vodka, whiskey and rum.
“This’ll do in a pinch,” she said and scooped up a handful.
A dream catcher suspended from the ceiling twirled gently. Soft
turquoise, pink, and gray downy feathers woven around a circle and laced with
white leather. The effect was mesmerizing and signified a belief in
possibilities, the promise of hope. “Is that for sale?”
“Looking for a little magic?”
Even though he spoke softly, she saw the judgmental attitude behind
the casual remark. Seems Mr. Handsome was just like every other man she’d run
across, hung up on appearances. Go
figure. Would anyone care or remember that tonight Leslie had been knocked
flat on her face by a no-good, two-timing cheat? Or that her prince charming
turned out to be a toad? If magic could be found in this tiny bottle, she was
all for it.
Pasting on her best smile she said, “Isn’t everybody?”
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