Mississippi Nights by D. M. Webb

Author:D. M. Webb
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Ambassador International
Published: 2011-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

DAVID SIDESTEPPED A PUDDLE of melted ice cream. The trees overhead created shade through most of the park. He stepped over a discarded bag of popcorn. People jostled him as he traveled the main fairway toward the gazebo.

Chairs arranged in gentle arcs offered a relaxing atmosphere. A local folk band played a rendition of an old hymn: On Jordan’s Stormy Bank. The familiar tune drifted his way, along with the aroma of funnel cakes. And cotton candy. He smiled.

He would never find Maggie in this Saturday afternoon crowd. The auction was supposed to start in thirty minutes, and he wanted to sit beside her.

A hand landed on his shoulder. “David, you finally showed. Figured you wouldn‘t come until it was time for the ballgame.”

David turned around. Sam stood with his arm around a tall brunette sporting a splash of bright red across her lips. His friend sure loved the high-maintenance gals. “I wanted to see the auction. Couple of things caught my eye.”

“It’s been delayed. Heard the mayor had some announcement or whatnot, so the auction won’t start until four thirty.” Sam waved a hand at his date. “Hey, this is Tiffany. She’s from Southaven. Tiff, this is David. Friend and boss man, at least, sometimes boss.”

Tiffany held out a long, skinny, manicured hand. Some expensive, spicy scent reached him. “Hi, David. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

David shook her hand and grimaced. “Coming from Sam, I don’t know whether I should apologize and run the other way or what.”

A childlike giggle grated against his ears as her blue eyes crinkled. “Oh, it was all good. He told me you just came back from St. Louis.”

“I did.”

Sam clapped him on the arm. “Why don’t you swing by The Mudslide later this evening? Play a game of pool?”

“I might. Really depends.” He looked over their shoulders. A little blonde head came into view and then disappeared. Should have known to look in the crafts section first. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Tiffany. Sam, I see someone. I’ll catch you later before the game.”

“It wouldn’t happen to be someone blonde, would it?” Sam smiled and allowed him to pass. His small chuckle followed David through the throngs of people.

Amazing how many people actually lived in Jasper City. David angled his body to miss the flight of two preteens as they barreled past. The horde thinned somewhat, and David glimpsed the little woman, her pink sleeveless shirt billowing in the breeze around her. Maggie and her color pink. Too bad she wasn’t wearing that little sundress she had on when they first met. Man, she was beautiful that day.

She ventured down to another booth. A bump against his back woke David from his spell. Sheesh. He’d get run over in this hoopla.

To his left was a small glass-blowing booth. He ducked underneath the tent and perused the items. He’d surprise her.

“How you doin’, sir?” The vendor rose from his sports chair, pushing the legs of his overalls down over his boots.

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