Made Maleen: A Modern Twist on a Fairy Tale by St. James Jeanne

Author:St. James, Jeanne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jeanne St. James
Published: 2018-08-03T16:00:00+00:00

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Mal glanced at her watch. Almost nine. Bray said he’d be at the bar an hour ago. She ran a finger down her sweating glass of ginger ale. No booze tonight since the hangover remained still too fresh in her mind. The Wily Coyote attracted all the locals, some she recognized, some she didn’t. She had been under-aged when her pop shipped her off, so this was her first time ever in the bar.

Not that she missed anything. Despite being dark and rundown, the bar was the only watering hole in town. The crowd was mixed and it smelled like a barn. Country music, none of it current, blared from an old jukebox in the corner. A few people went ‘round and ‘round on the dance floor in cowboy boots and hats. Big buckles, Wrangler jeans, and yoked western shirts were the popular style of the patrons.

A few people approached her to mention how sorry they were about her pop’s death and when the small talk died off, they’d tip their hat and wander away. Most meant well, but one buzzard circled, asking if she was willing to sell the farm. She quickly shut him down.

She sat at a table in the far corner, facing the door. Every time it opened her heart beat a little faster until she realized it wasn’t her Cow-Boy.

It opened again and her breath caught.

Then her stomach plummeted.

The Dairy Princess.

She could’ve dealt with anyone tonight, just not Kaitlyn. Her hair was coifed like she had teased it and used a whole can of Aquanet. A couple guys whistled at her super short skirt and her exposed cleavage. Kait smiled and patted her stiff hair with long, painted fingernails.

Mal hated her. She wanted to rip off those fake nails and eyelashes and scrub the clown makeup from her face with a dingy towel from behind the bar.

What the hell did Braydon ever see in her? Temporary insanity was his only acceptable excuse. And now he was tied to her for the rest of his life due to her scheming.

Kait’s eyes locked on her, widened for a second, then rapidly narrowed as she stalked across the room, a woman on a mission.

Oh shit. This was not going to end well. Mal straightened in her chair and braced herself for the Wicked Witch of the Midwest whirlwind.

“Oh, here’s the little homewrecker. I heard you stayed the night in Bray’s hovel.”

A homewrecker? She needed to come up with something better than that. “Did you conveniently forget you’re divorced?”

Kait huffed, slapping a hand on her hip. “I’m still the mother of his child.”

“Yeah, a son you alienate from his father. Bully on you.” Mal regretted the words immediately after she said them. Their family business was none of hers. She needed to keep out of it. She tried to slow her breathing. In through the nose, out through the nose. She pulled from her yoga experience in an attempt to find her Zen. Oooooohm.

That went quickly out the window when Kait pointed a finger at Mal’s chest.

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