The Last Dupont by Rachel Renee

Author:Rachel Renee [Renee, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-10T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

“Thanks for running me over to the grocery.”

“No thanks necessary. You needed supplies and I had a few items to pick up of my own. Worked out just fine.” Tucker smiles over.

“I better get this stuff inside.” I look back at the brown grocery bags positioned in the bed of the truck. “Will I be seeing you later?” He mentioned he may be stopping by to take care of that window upstairs, but he didn’t say when.

“I’ll be over after supper to refasten that window, if that’s all right?”

“I really appreciate it.” It’s been this weird, polite conversation since I decided I was going to stick around for a bit. Grabbing the door handle, I pull back, releasing the lock and opening the truck for me.

“Want some help carrying those groceries in?”

I only have two bags, enough to get me through a couple more days. “I’ll manage. Thanks for the offer.”

After hopping out of the truck and shutting the door behind me, I notice Tucker staring my way, the same grin still plastered on his face. If he isn’t happy that I’ve decided to stay, I’d eat my hat. Once I’ve grabbed my sacks from the truck bed and moved to the porch, Tucker gives a toot-toot before the vehicle goes rumbling back down the drive.

Tucker is definitely a popular man in this town. Everyone said hello to him as we drove through, and he stopped a few times to have a quick chat and introduce me to a couple of townspeople. Every one of them had a comment for me about my grandmother, “She was such a lovely woman,” or “We were so sorry to hear of her passing.” One woman even said she loved Granny’s pecan pie, but not one memory including pecan pie even entered my mind. There were a few people who commented on how much I’ve grown, and I held my smart remark about how that happens after twenty years. I was actually the most surprised by the comments about how sorry people were that I was left to deal with the mess of handling the Dupont estate. I nodded mostly, allowing the people their comments before smiling politely and giving a see-you-around wave.

At the grocery, Tucker disappeared while I perused the shelves in search of some quick meal options and a couple more personal items I needed for my unexpected, extended stay. When I approached the counter with my groceries, Tucker’s conversation with the woman behind the counter halted, both people staring over at me with a wild gaze, something you’d expect from a startled animal in the woods, not from two people recently in a conversation.

“Here she is.” Tucker blinked, his wild eyes turning normal. “This is Sarah.” He motioned to the woman who was then smiling at me. “Sarah, meet Ella Dupont.”

I reached my hand out to shake hers, the basket slipping slightly down my arm, causing me to become off balanced and I almost toppled over. Tucker grabbed ahold of me and then the basket, setting it down on the counter and tilting me back upright.

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