Pumpkins, Cowboys & Guitars by Patti Ann Colt

Author:Patti Ann Colt [Patti Ann Colt]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction
Amazon: B00J1R5OGI
Goodreads: 22285906
Publisher: KLG Press
Published: 2014-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

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Kendra fingered the crisp twenty dollar bills, took a deep breath to master her irritation. “I don’t need your money.”

Shane looked up from devouring a bowl of chili and gave her an exasperated sigh. “I don’t expect you to feed me, let me sleep here, use your water for showers without pulling my weight. I know you’re struggling to get all the volume of supplies you need for your contract at the Low Down.”

Her back teeth ground together. “That isn’t your problem. I can work this through myself. It’s my business.”

He went still, never a good sign with a man in her experience. “I never said you couldn’t.”

“Then you’ll take this back.” She walked to the counter and laid the bills in front of him.

He slid them back. “No.”

She put her fists to her hips and gave him “the look.” It was a point of pride; and dollars implied a seriousness to their relationship that she wasn’t sure she was ready for. “I’m not taking your money, Shane.”

He put the spoon down and pushed the bowl toward her. “Then I quit eating here.”

“I can afford to feed you.”

“Why should you? It cuts into your bottom line. Don’t tell me it doesn’t.”

“I buy a lot of these supplies anyway. To feed myself and to test things and to deliver cakes that have been ordered. There’s leftovers. Somebody has to eat them or I throw them out. You understand me?” She threw up her hands and walked back to the desk.

“This is what I would pay if I ate alone at my apartment. Since I’m eating here all the time, I thought it would be helpful.” He rose out of his seat, walked up behind her and bent to kiss her neck. She pushed him away because he could make her soften.

“You either take the dollars or I borrow your keys and fill your gas tank or mow your lawn so you don’t have to pay a service. Or I go to the grocery store myself and stock your cupboards. Bet I could figure out a few things by looking.” He went and opened the first cupboard with her cake flour and sugar.

She came behind him and closed the door. “Shane, it’s important for me to do this myself. Please understand.”

He leaned in until his nose touched hers. “I’m pretty sure if I checked your business plan – and I’m sure you have one – that feeding me is not on the list.”

“It’s not that big of deal. Honestly, Shane.”

“It is to me.”

Exhaustion washed over her. “Why have I never been to this apartment?”

“Because it’s only where I store my stuff. I have one sofa, one bed, a bunch of boxes, and a rotten lemon in the fridge.”

“Where did you eat before?”

Shane tensed and she twisted around to look at him. “Shane?”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I work all the time. I eat at the firehouse. I eat out. I eat with family. Now I’m not doing as much as I was because I’m eating here.

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