Treasured in Tennessee by Kirsten Osbourne

Author:Kirsten Osbourne [Osbourne, Kirsten]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Unlimited Dreams Publishing
Published: 2018-05-28T16:00:00+00:00

Six

Mondays were the worst, in Emily’s opinion.

Sunday had been a fun day, full of lazy relaxation on the farm. No chores, no cooking, just hanging out and exploring the woods with Brodie and Alec. Thankfully, she hadn’t been bit by any bugs, and she hadn’t seen a single bear, despite keeping a sharp watch. Alec had been a completely different boy, full of mischief and so much like she remembered her sister, Faith. He had her streak of quirky humor, especially noticeable when he’d popped up from behind a big boulder and lobbed a clump of mud from the bank of the stream at Brodie. It caught him completely by surprise, splattering against his cheek, and the look of astonishment on his face was comical.

Thankfully her husband had taken the attack in stride, roaring playfully and chasing Alec down to shove a handful of the glop down the back of the giggling boy’s shirt. Emily managed to stay clean and out of the line of the fire but nearly wet her pants laughing at their antics. Dinner was easy, for a change. Brodie and Alec had run into town to pick up a bucket of fried chicken, leaving Emily to get some reading time in the shade of an old oak in the front yard.

But today was another day. She’d woken up on the wrong side of the air mattress, it seemed. Emily did not want to go back over to the main house for another day of sweat and dust and dirt. If this had been any other job, she would have quit by now. She was sick of strained muscles and spiders and mouse droppings and, for as much work as she had done, there was still mountains of it left to do. She sat on the steps to the garage apartment, glaring at the big brick monstrosity that was supposed to be inhabitable by now over her morning cup of coffee. The weather seemed to echo her mood. Dark clouds were building overhead, and there was a distant grumble of thunder.

Behind her, the screen door opened with a sharp creak. “What’s up, buttercup?” Brodie asked cheerfully, settling down beside her on the stair.

Emily wanted to warn him to go away. She definitely didn’t want to confess that she was tired and grumpy and probably suffering from some PMS.

“This coffee sucks,” she burst out instead. “Why can’t there be a Starbucks near here? I bet you there’s not a Starbucks for three hundred miles.”

He eyed her in surprise and took a sip from his own steaming mug. “I don’t know, I think it’s pretty good. You’re definitely getting the hang of that vintage coffeemaker in there.”

“And that’s another thing," she burst out. “Why is it always my job to make the coffee?”

“Uh, I’m sorry?” Brodie looked confused, his brows drawing together. “I can start doing that. I didn’t realize you didn’t like making coffee.”

Rain started to spatter, making dark spots on the wooden steps around them, and the trees swayed in a fitful breeze.

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