A Trashy Affair by Shurr Lynn

Author:Shurr, Lynn [Shurr, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, spicy, Contemporary, small town
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc
Published: 2013-09-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Of course big, bad Blackie Tauzin did not call. He’d shown her his weakness, his shame. Well, he could run but he couldn’t hide, not when he lived right across the street and his truck made enough noise wake any dead ancestors who might be buried on Jane’s property. Jane sighted the rear end of his big-ass truck as it left the Cane View lot and disappeared down the road when she went out to get her Sunday Clarion.

After a leisurely breakfast spent browsing the newspaper and still no sign of her letter about restoring the recycling program, she put on some clothes and set to work on her proposal. Appending the pictures, she filled in the rest of the documentation and put it on her flash drive to take to work on Monday. If she could find the time to proof and fine tune the entire form amid answering calls, directing people, and buzzing the staff in and out of the offices, she’d print the required multiple copies and mail it by Friday well ahead of the deadline. Take that, Nadia Nixon! Jane swore the woman doubled her out-of-office business simply to force her reluctant receptionist to stop work and hit that damn buzzer—as if terrorists or anyone else planned to storm the parish council offices.

Dinnertime came and darkness, still no sign of Merlin, no roar of his truck, no phone call. At ten p.m. as she considered giving up and getting into bed—alone—his unmistakable Ford returned home. After waiting a half hour to give him a chance to call, she ran a brush through her hair and put on a little lipstick, but she refused to primp for Merlin Tauzin. He’d have to take her in her day-off duds if he wanted her. As Waldo implied, a modern woman could make the first move, and that she would do. She crossed the street since it seemed Merlin wasn’t planning to, skirted his truck parked aslant in the white lines of his space, and rang the bell. To her surprise, he came to the door rather than trying to hide out and filled that space in the frame as only he could. One of his hands clutched a tall aluminum beer can.

“Hey, Jane. Kinda late, huh?” He swayed and braced himself by putting the other hand on the doorknob.

“You were going to call me.”

“Didn’t say when. Did I?”

“Anytime today would have been fine. May I come in?”

“Ah, sure.” He stepped aside and followed her into his small living room. A large, black leather recliner sat in front of a flat-screen TV almost as big-ass as his truck. Merlin dropped into his seat and gestured Jane toward a card table with two folding chairs that sat in the dining area beneath a Cane View-supplied lighting fixture having four frosted glass globes decorated with pink rosebuds.

Jane sat, crossed her legs, and tried to keep one foot from shaking with impatience. “Did you have a nice Sunday?”

“Less see. Oh, yeah. I

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