Smooth-Talking the Hometown Girl by Sands Charlene

Author:Sands, Charlene [Sands, Charlene]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Charlene Sands
Published: 2014-01-16T00:00:00+00:00

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“Hey, I thought your friend Marlee was going to help,” Kyle called out to her. Christy went down her porch steps holding a large aluminum tray of appetizers in both oven-mitted hands as steam rushed up.

“The twins came down with chicken pox,” she said, not bothering to stop. She headed to her truck on the driveway.

Kyle hurried over and intercepted the tray. “I’ll take that.” He gave her a smile as his hands covered hers. She tried not to notice how extremely handsome he looked in a Bentley High basketball jersey, but not noticing Kyle Warren was like going to Sedona and not noticing the beautiful rock formations.

“Be careful, it’s hot.” She pulled her hands from the oven gloves, relinquishing them and the tray to him.

“So, if Marlee’s twins are sick, she won’t be helping at the pep rally after all, will she?”

“No, I couldn’t ask her to leave them.”

“Well, then, I’m at your service, ma’am,” he said, tipping his head and winking. He carried the hot tray toward her truck.

“I can manage.”

“Ah, but big man have strong arms.” He lifted the tray high in the air. “See,” he said grinning.

She laughed. Christy had to admit having a man’s help would make tonight so much easier. She’d really relied on Marlee’s help, but couldn’t blame her for backing out. She couldn’t leave the twins with a sitter when they’d just broken out with chicken pox.

Feeding over two hundred students, teachers, and parents would not be easy if she had to do it alone. And she’d always depended on Marlee for help with the equipment on the larger jobs.

“All right, I suppose I do need the help tonight.”

“Then I’m your man.”

She opened the doors of the truck and showed him where to stow the tray. Together they gathered up the remaining trays of food, the heating equipment, and eating utensils.

When it was time to leave, Kyle piled in the driver’s seat and put out his hand. “You’re driving?” she asked, keeping her irritation to a minimum. He was helping her after all.

“Yes, ma’am. Get in and save your energy. If I remember correctly, these pep rallies can take the ‘pep’ right out of you.”

Again, Christy laughed, dropping her keys in his hand. Kyle did have the gift of charm. She warned herself not to fall victim to his attentions tonight. If he wanted her friendship, he’d have it, but nothing more.

She climbed in the passenger seat and buckled up. Five minutes later, they were parked at the back entrance to the school gymnasium.

“I’ll understand if after you help me unload, you go off to mingle. I can’t expect you to help me serve.”

Kyle frowned, but gave her a nod.

They set up everything quickly and easily along the length of five tables. Her appetizers warmed over burners, full punch bowls glistened with flamingo-pink liquid, and desserts of varied assortments decorated the far end tables.

Streamers were in place, swaging down in colored glory from the ceiling, and banners that shouted, “Go Broncos!” decorated all four walls.

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