Eye of the Beholder by Weger Jackie

Author:Weger, Jackie [Weger, Jackie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Jackie Weger
Published: 2013-06-05T04:00:00+00:00

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At noon Phoebe thrust her head in the door. “I brought your lunch. Fried chicken sandwich and a thermos of coffee.”

Not once had Velma ever thought to bring him lunch while he was working away from the house. He didn’t mean to be making comparisons, but there it was. “Thanks. I am a bit hungry. Haven’t had time to take a break.”

“You got to quit stalkin’ outta the house mad of a mornin’. Eat a good breakfast. Business good today?”

“Fair.”

— • —

Phoebe had scrounged a pair of galoshes from the laundry room. They came up to her knees. She had a towel pinned around her waist to serve as an apron and her hair was covered with a scarf. Controlling her curls was always a problem and in the damp air, an impossible task. The chicken sandwich had just been an excuse. Inside her was a force driving her to be near Gage. She’d fought it all morning. Now she was near him. More near than she’d hoped. The shack barely had room for his huge bulk. She cleared her throat twice, felt her stomach climbing into her chest cavity. “Gage…”

“What?”

“You reckon this weather’ll hold the crabs back?”

He peeled the waxed paper from the sandwich. “Wouldn’t hurt to leave the traps down a couple more days. You couldn’t sell them this late in the day anyway.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He ate the sandwich. Phoebe had the urge to be seductive. She moved closer and brushed his arm with her own, then she opened the thermos, pouring coffee into the lid that served as a cup. She was so giddy her hands shook.

“You’re spilling that.’’

“Won’t hurt this floor.”

“Guess it won’t.” The red cup disappeared into his thick hand. Phoebe liked his hands. He did heavy, dirty work, yet the nails were clipped, clean. She had to put her own hands behind her back to keep from reaching out, to keep from placing her hand on his.

“I promised the kids I’d take them in to Shambeau’s. We were gonna walk, but what with the rain by the time we got there they’d look like mud daubers.”

“I’ll drive you.”

“I was gonna ask to borrow my tag, just for—”

“I said I’d drive you.”

Phoebe pondered the tone of his voice. It was no-nonsense and bossy. Like hers. “What will people say, seein’ you with me?”

He avoided her eyes. “Don’t suppose they’ll say anything.”

“I mean, what will they think?”

“Why should they think anything? Seems to me I recall Willie-Boy saying we’re cousins.”

“He meant Bible cousins.”

“Ah.”

She was going to cut Willie-Boy’s tongue out! “You have mayonnaise all over your face,” she said, and fled. The heavy galoshes splattered mud a yard wide.

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