Bad Heiress Day by Allie Pleiter

Author:Allie Pleiter
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2005-10-06T04:00:00+00:00

Tuesday Morning Prayer in the Henhouse was more like Tuesday Morning Party in the Henhouse. Glynnis was bubbling with excitement. She held Darcy at arm’s length. “My, but I’m not sure I even have to ask how it went. The look on your face could light up a room.”

“It was wonderful.” Darcy felt as if those words had come out of her mouth a hundred times in the last two days.

“Isn’t it wonderful when God goes the extra mile? I just love it when he exceeds our expectations. Feels like a glimpse of heaven, doesn’t it?”

Darcy took her usual chair at the kitchen table. “Well, Jack hasn’t actually said yes to the project yet.” She was trying hard not to jump to conclusions, not to run off and put everything in the works just because of one wonderful evening. It was pretty hard—her brain seemed to be working overtime ironing out the logistics of The Restoration Project’s first wave.

Glynnis looked surprised. “You mean you haven’t discussed it yet?”

“Well, sort of. We talked about what it felt like to give those balls away, and why it’s worth the—what did Jack call it?—‘fiscal irrationality,’ but we didn’t quite make the jump to going forward with The Project.”

Glynnis still looked stumped. “Why ever not?”

Darcy felt like she was turning crimson. “Well, for one thing,” she said sheepishly, “he kept kissing me.”

Glynnis’s eyes took on a sparkle worthy of a woman one-third her years. “Well, there is that to consider. A mighty fine reason, if you ask me.”

Glynnis sauntered off the stool toward the refrigerator for the requisite iced tea. “You young people think you have the monopoly on romance,” she called over her shoulder.

Darcy sucked in her breath. Some thoughts a brain just can’t hold without making you wince.

“Ed Bidwell could sweep any woman off her feet. Even now, and even without the fancy car, mind you.” Glynnis filled two glasses and returned to the counter.

It was like thinking about Santa putting the moves on Mrs. Claus. Darcy could only roll her eyes, even though she tried to look understanding.

Glynnis could have been insulted, but she merely regarded Darcy with a one-day-you’ll-understand kind of look and sighed. “God designed marriage—and the marriage bed, mind you—for the long haul.” She spread her hands on the counter and pulled in a long slow breath. “Once you get those kids out from under you, you’ll be amazed at what you can find to do with your free time.”

Now Darcy was positive she was turning crimson. The Bidwells were just one surprise after another. Or one shock after another, depending on how you looked at it.

When I grow up, I want to be just like Glynnis Bidwell, Lord.

“You know,” she said, rather eager to change the subject, “that wasn’t the only reason we didn’t get to that discussion. I felt something—a tug, sort of, a hesitation. I wanted to talk to you about it, actually. Every time I tried to steer the conversation around to that, I’d get this weird feeling that I wasn’t supposed to ask him about it.

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