A Sparkle of Silver by Liz Johnson

Author:Liz Johnson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance;Romantic suspense fiction;Christian fiction;FIC042040;FIC027020
ISBN: 9781493415168
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2018-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

twelve

Claude Devereaux. Grandma Joy and Claude Devereaux.

Ben stumbled to keep up with Millie, who marched toward the front door of the house. He might have called out to her and demanded to know the connection between her grandmother and the wealthiest family in Louisiana, except for the twitching blinds at the window.

Someone was inside and close. Someone whose help they needed. But all he wanted to do was grab Millie by the arm, spin her around, and insist she tell him the truth. Of course, if the wild look in her eyes right after she had spoken meant anything, she hadn’t meant to tell him any of it. Not a single syllable.

He needed to know more than ever. But there wasn’t time to uncover the truth when the front door at the top of a short flight of stairs swung open halfway. A young woman with mousy brown hair and a baby on her hip filled the opening. Her glare was enough to send goose bumps down his arms. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had a shotgun at the ready.

But Millie wasn’t deterred. Gravel crunched under her feet with precise rhythm, and her shoulders squared, as though this home and all of its precious memories belonged to no one else.

“We already believe in Jesus. We don’t got nothin’ you want. We ain’t buyin’ nothing you’ve got.” The woman—too young for that moniker, really—poked her chin toward their car. “You best be gettin’ on your way. My Danny will be back soon enough.”

“Ma’am, my name is Millie Sullivan.” She spoke like the other woman hadn’t cordially told them to get off her property. With a wave of her hand toward him, she said, “This is my friend Ben Thornton.”

Maybe she leaned a little heavily on the word friend. Maybe he was reading too much into it, like everyone else seemed to be doing these days.

“I grew up in this house.”

Millie was halfway up the stairs, and the woman had closed the door partway. Now only her eyes and scowl were visible through the crack. “We ain’t interested in sellin’. We bought it fair and square.”

Millie chuckled, and although he couldn’t see her face, he could imagine her smile. She didn’t have three quarters in her pocket, and this woman thought she wanted to buy the house out from under them. Not likely.

“Of course. You bought the home from my grandmother. Joy Sullivan?”

The door creaked to a stop, held open with the toe of a house shoe, and the scowl turned from distrust to curiosity. “Mrs. Sullivan? This was her family’s home.”

Millie nodded quickly, eating up the last couple steps to the top and meeting the other woman eye to eye. She reached out a hand and introduced herself again. “My name is Millie.”

The woman’s gaze dropped to the outstretched hand, her eyes narrowing. Finally she looked back up and toed the door open another six inches. “Samantha. Sam. Williams.”

“I’m so happy to meet you.” Millie reached out farther until Sam moved her baby to the other hip and opened the door enough to shake her hand.

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