Honky Tonk Christmas by Carolyn Brown

Author:Carolyn Brown [Brown, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781402242014
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Published: 2010-09-30T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Sharlene rolled over, stretched, and reached for Holt, but he wasn’t there. She was in her bed in the house. Her boots were sitting beside the door and she was wearing her nightshirt and underpants. That was a good thing because if he was beside her, Molly would make Claud load the shotgun and the Waverly brothers force Holt to marry her on the spot. She touched her forehead where he’d kissed her when he carried her into the house and laid her on the bed.

Molly poked her head inside the door. “You going to sleep all day? Holt and the kids have already had breakfast. Bart and Fiona are on their way and Judd and Waylon are waiting for their kids on the front porch.”

“What time is it?” Sharlene asked.

“Ten o’clock. Figured I’d let you sleep in since you had a hard day yesterday,” Molly said.

Sharlene jumped out of bed, grabbed her duffle bag, and headed toward the bathroom. “Bart and Fiona get things settled? I’ll be on the porch by the time they arrive. I’m starving. Did they leave anything on the back burner for me for breakfast?”

“Fiona said things were back to normal. There are some sausage and biscuits still on the back of the stove. All the gravy is gone and there’s no more pancakes. I could mix up another batch,” Molly offered.

“That’s all right. Don’t make anymore gravy. I’ll stuff sausage and grape jelly in a biscuit and call it breakfast. Be there in five minutes.”

Sharlene shut the door to the bathroom and checked her reflection in the mirror. She still looked the same as she had the day before. Unruly red curls, green eyes, a few freckles that she could erase with makeup. She tilted her head to one side and then the other. There was something else; a glow or a glitter in the eyes, something that hadn’t been in the mirror the day before. She hoped her mother hadn’t picked up on the difference.

Fiona and Bart were getting out of the truck when she stepped out on the porch in her denim miniskirt, boots, and a bright orange tank top. Fiona walked with her head held high and the old determination in her step. If a bouquet of roses or daisies or whatever Bart had been fool enough to send to the hot little teller woke them both up, then they were worth the price and the fight.

Tasha and four-year-old Betsy grabbed Judd’s hand and away they went toward the barn where the kittens would not be hiding. Their boys, Dylan and Tyler, asked Waylon if he’d like to toss a football around. Bart kissed Fiona on the forehead and headed to the backyard where Holt and Claud were firing up the grill and setting up more tables.

“So?” Sharlene followed Fiona into the kitchen.

“It’s finished and it won’t happen again, believe me.”

“If it does, you call me and I’ll bring an extra shovel. Even if he is my brother, I’ll help you bury his body so deep that the coyotes won’t even smell him,” Sharlene said.

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