A Dollar Short (The Bottom Dollar Series Book 2) by Karin Gillespie

Author:Karin Gillespie [Gillespie, Karin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Rom com, southern humor, southern fiction, southern living, british chick lit, Humorous Fiction, Chick Lit, humor, Contemporary Women, Chick lit romantic comedy, Women's Fiction
Publisher: Henery Press
Published: 2015-02-10T05:00:00+00:00

“If you say so,” Elizabeth said. She turned the car around and drove to the liquor store.

When they stopped, Chiffon eased Gabby into the front carrier and positioned her crutches under her arms. She waved good-bye to Elizabeth and swiftly crossed the backyard, alert for any reporters, but saw no one. As her heart hammered in her temples, she reached the back door, stuck the key in the lock, and darted inside.

Sagging against the kitchen counter to catch her breath, she saw a huge black man barreling toward her at the speed of a tornado. He raised a boxing-glove-sized fist.

“No sudden moves,” he ordered.

“Oh my God, please don’t hurt me or my baby! You can have anything you want.” She heaved her pocketbook at him. “There’s seventeen dollars in there and a half-off coupon for a large two-topping pizza at Domino’s.”

The man ignored the pocketbook and scowled at her. “Who are you?”

“I’m Chiffon Butrell. I live here.”

“Come with me.” He jerked his thumb in the direction of the living room.

Before they could move, Chenille came scurrying into the kitchen. “Tork, what’s going on?” She spotted Chiffon cowering near the back door. “Chiffon, you’re back. And I see you’ve met Tork.”

She opened a kitchen drawer and took out a pot holder. “I certainly hope my brownies aren’t burning. I’d hate to serve guests burnt goodies. Now, Chiffon, these are guiltless brownies, so you can have as many as you want. They’re made from silken tofu and wheat pastry.”

“Chenille, who is this...person?” Chiffon demanded. “He scared me to pieces.”

“He hasn’t told you?” Chenille said. She plunged a toothpick into the batch of brownies she’d just removed from the oven. “Chiffon, do you know anyplace in town that carries Evian water?”

“What is going on here?” Chiffon asked.

Tork extended his hand. “I’m sorry if I frightened you, ma’am. I’m just trying to protect my client. Lots of crazies in this world. Those brownies smell mighty good, Ms. Grace.”

“Call me Chenille,” she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she smiled at the huge man. “And wait until you taste one. Chiffon, Tork is Jay-Li’s bodyguard. Can you believe it? Jay-Li is right here in this very house!”

“Jay-Li? Who is Jay-Li?” Chiffon asked in exasperation. “And why can’t I get a straight answer from you?”

“Excuse me, ladies,” Tork said. “I need to make sure the front door is still secure.” He slunk out of the room like a big, sleek panther.

Chenille’s eyes fastened on his broad, muscular backside. “There’s just something about a brawny man,” she said with a sigh.

“Chenille!” Chiffon said.

“I’m sorry,” Chenille said, cutting the brownies into squares. “I’m just flustered from all the excitement. Jay-Li is Janie-Lynn Lauren. She’s here! Sitting in Lonnie’s La-Z-Boy.” She lowered her voice. “I put down a clean afghan first. That chair’s seen better days.”

“What?” Chiffon sputtered. “That hussy is here in my house? And you’re serving her brownies?”

“Actually, the brownies are for Tork. Jay-Li won’t touch any food that contains flour,” Chenille said.

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