Almost Blue (Rock and Roll Forever Book 2) by Mary J. Williams

Author:Mary J. Williams [Williams, Mary J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Brook Publications
Published: 2019-07-30T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

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BECK AND SAWYER fell into an easy routine. Each morning, they would meet halfway between his house and her apartment then finish their daily jog together.

She hesitated to join him at first, worried he would land on Camille’s radar.

“One thing I’ve learned, she doesn’t have a conscience,” Sawyer said on the first day as they ran through a thicket of willow trees. “You have to consider what she could do to your life, to your business. Rumors. Outright lies. What will your mother say?”

Beck didn’t tell Sawyer about the fires he’d already put out. So far, the efforts to tarnish him and his business were small, annoying, and easily nipped in the bud. If Camille Hale’s efforts escalated, he was prepared.

“Mom would say fuck rumors and lies,” Beck snorted. “Without the colorful language.”

“Easy to laugh now. Wait until the chicken manure hits the fan.”

“Your concern for Kramer Construction is appreciated, Sawyer. Worrying about me is sweet. Don’t. I, the business, can weather anything that comes our way. As for my mother? Rather than speculate, why don’t we ask her.”

Beck took Sawyer’s hand and detoured across the street. Ringo, happy to go wherever his people went, tagged along.

“Who lives here?” she asked as they stopped in front of a blue and white cottage.

“I did until my eighteenth birthday. Now, the sole occupant is Sandy Kramer.”

“I cannot knock on your mother’s door at this hour of the morning.”

“Mom’s an early riser.”

Sawyer tried to pull her hand away, but Beck held tight as they started up the flower-lined path.

“My hair is a mess.”

“She won’t care.”

“I’m all sweaty.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Beck rang the bell. “She’s seen people sweat.”

“I hate you,” Sawyer muttered as the front door swung open.

“Beck. And Sawyer.” Sandy smile widened. Without blinking an eye, as if her son brought a sweat-soaked woman to her house every morning of the week, she beckoned them with a wave of her hand. “Come in.”

“Sorry to show up so early, Mrs. Kramer.” Sawyer finally freed her hand from Beck’s grip. “And without warning.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m always up at the crack of dawn. Habit from when I drove a school bus.”

“Interesting job.”

“Once Beck started first grade, the hours were perfect. I dropped him off and picked him up. Better and cheaper than a babysitter.”

They followed Sandy to the kitchen where she told them to sit while she finished cooking breakfast. But first, she shuffled a reluctant Ringo into the back yard.

“Don’t bother for me,” Sawyer said in a rush. “I couldn’t eat a thing.”

“You eat like a lumberjack,” Beck scoffed, earning a dirty look from both women. “Lumberjack is a compliment.”

“No bother at all,” Sandy said, ignoring her son. “I’ll add a few more eggs to the skillet, and Beck can handle the toast. Would you like some coffee? Mugs are in the cupboard by the refrigerator.”

Beck could tell the moment Sawyer gave into the inevitable, the moment she realized Sandy Kramer was a force of nature and saying no was futile.

“Thank you.” Sawyer served herself, breathed in the aroma of strong black coffee, and smiled through the first sip.

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