Mike's Wager: Short Story (The Camerons of Tide's Way #3.5) by Skye Taylor

Author:Skye Taylor [Taylor, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Clean & Wholesome, Contemporary, Romance, Fiction, Forever Love, Christian, Religious, Faith, North Carolina, Inspirational, Spirituality, Bachelor, Single Woman, Hearts Desire, Patriotic, Novella, Short Story, Series, Cameron Family, Tides Way, Seaside Town, Hometown, Wager, Bet, Helping Hand, Disguise, Subterfuge
ISBN: 9781611946413
Publisher: Bell Bridge Books
Published: 2015-04-15T04:00:00+00:00

The lights of the 7-Eleven grew brighter. Mike was tempted. He had cash in his pocket. He could just go in and get a premade sub and a box of cookies. A quart of milk would be good too. But he’d be recognized. Besides, in some crazy-assed way, he felt like the experiment wouldn’t count if he chowed down like he usually did. Otherwise, he could have walked the twelve miles to his own house and raided the fridge. No one was home and no one would know. Except he would know.

He turned away and headed back down the far side of the park on Lee Street. Past the bookstore, the post office and the town hall. All were dark and closed up tight for the night. Occasionally a car would drive past, and Mike shrank into the shadows until they were out of sight. He passed the place where his current home huddled in the lee of the bandstand and continued on, all the way down to Stewart Street and back up Jolee road from the other direction.

Having never clocked the distance, Mike had to guess, but he thought it might have been six or seven miles. He was pleasantly tired and ready to curl up again in whatever comfort he could find when he finally reached his box.

He would have stepped right on it, had the scent of warm gravy and biscuits not caught his attention first. He pulled a tiny flashlight from his pocket and pointed it at the ground. Wrapped in a checkered dishcloth, the still steaming plate of food sat in front of the entry flap to his leaky, tarp lean-to.

Mike jerked to a stand and whipped around. He flicked the flashlight off and peered into the shadows, waiting for his eyes to adjust again.

“Hello?”

Nothing.

Mike walked carefully around the perimeter of the bandstand.

No one.

He checked inside the bandstand, then circled further out.

Still no one.

His stomach rumbled with renewed energy. Whoever had left him his dinner was gone. At least for now. Mike returned to the box, picked up the towel-wrapped plate and bent to enter his humble lodging. He sat cross-legged in the tiny space and turned his little flashlight on end so he could see what he was eating.

He was halfway through the plate of chicken, sweet potatoes, biscuits and gravy before it occurred to him that he might win his bet after all. So long as he got someone to care about a nameless homeless person within the six days allotted, he’d win. But it couldn’t be because his benefactor somehow knew who he was helping.

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