Like Sweet Potato Pie by Spinola Jennifer Rogers

Author:Spinola, Jennifer Rogers [Spinola, Jennifer Rogers]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-60742-796-2
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2012-08-28T04:00:00+00:00

My cold feet must have been an omen.

Stella called the next morning to announce another snowstorm and people packing the Food Lion to buy bread and milk. Misty Wilcox had her eye on Shane again, Stella informed me, and if I wanted him, I’d better move fast.

“Which one’s the most urgent? Food Lion or Shane?” I stood at the window, watching the snow. Not daring to mouth a word about Carlos.

“Well, duh! Shane of course! He’s a good-lookin’ man, and Misty’s on the prowl. I jest hope he’s got enough sense ta stay away from that gal. She ain’t nothin’ but trouble, Shiloh. You gotta save him!”

“The only thing I’m saving is my skin from collection agencies,” I replied, padding through the kitchen in my house slippers to pull out the rusty ironing board. Can of spray starch (per Jerry’s picky requirements) and white-collared shirt waiting on the kitchen table. “Shane will have to fend for himself. Besides, I’ve got a house showing at six. I’m busy.”

I was trying to scrub wrinkles out of my stubborn shirtsleeve when the phone trilled again. “Stella? I’ve got extra bread. How much do you need?”

“Lowell Armstrong here.”

“My Realtor. Oh. Sorry. The house’ll be ready by six. I promise.”

“Did I hear right, Shiloh? You went out with Shane Pendergrass?”

The iron hissed as I set it upright. “Yes, Lowell. And we’re getting married this afternoon,” I snapped, sick of chasing down this stupid rumor. “Satisfied?”

Lowell didn’t speak for a long time, and I ironed in angry silence. “Are you serious?” he finally sputtered. “What about your house? I thought …”

“I was kidding, Lowell.” My voice stretched taut. “No. I didn’t go out with Shane. I’m not interested; never will be. Okay? So I’ll call you tonight after the showing. I’m kind of in a hurry here.”

“Listen, Shiloh—I know we agreed on six, but the snow’s supposed to get worse, and they want to come early. Can you do it? I’ve got a good feeling about these guys.”

“Early?” My eyes flickered to the clock, which pointed to just after eight.

“Oh, just maybe … ten? You can do it by ten, right?”

“Ten o’clock in the morning? In this snow?” I yelped. “Are you kidding? I’ve got to scrape my car, dig out of here, and get ready for work, Lowell! I’ll never get the house together in time!”

“I believe in you, Shiloh. This is your moment!”

Right. I slammed the iron down. Of course you believe in me, busting my tail getting ready for work and cleaning the house while you sit behind your cushy office desk, probably with your feet up on it!

I ran a hand through my messy hair. Snowbound outside of my own house, with just a few minutes to pick dog hairs off the furniture. “Fine. I’ll go to work early. I’m on the clock for eleven thirty anyway.” I mashed the wrinkled sleeve with the iron.

“Atta girl. Believe me, nobody wants your house to sell more than I do, Shiloh. Hey, and say hi to Shane for me, will you? His dad and I are buddies.

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