Tied by Fate by Lyn Forester

Author:Lyn Forester
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-948185-01-1
Publisher: Covey Publishing

Furthuring Gossip

When the bell over the front door chimes late in the day, I glance up with relief from my copy of Trapped by the Traveler. So far today, only one person came in to update their listing on the job board. Not uncommon for a Monday, but it makes the day drag. Not even the floral erotica of this week’s book club choice can hold my interest.

Jameson hovers at the entrance, one of Mom’s new knit hats clutched in his hands and a satchel over his shoulder. As if to make himself less intimidating, he hunches with uncertainty as he peers around.

Slipping a bookmark into place, I close the book, then push it off to the side to lean my elbows on the counter. “You’re early. I don’t close for a few more hours.”

“I’m actually here on business.” He shuffles inside a little farther, but stops well out of reach.

Does he think I’ll punch him again?

“Are you here to check the job listing?” I circle around the counter to walk to the board without enthusiasm. “There’s not much there.”

No new jobs have been posted since I last read over the board with Hamilton, and I can’t imagine the triplets will be any more thrilled to walk Mrs. Allen’s mean little dogs.

“No, actually.” He clears his throat, his shoulders straightening. “I just secured us a job that should hold us through for the next two months or so.”

“Really?” I grin with excitement and rush to his side. “Where at? Is it local? Do you want some coffee?”

He returns my smile, his shoulders relaxing. “That would be wonderful, Siobhan.”

As he follows me back to the small kitchen, he glances around. “I’ve never actually been in here before.”

I laugh self-consciously. “I hadn’t either until I applied for the job.”

When we enter the kitchen area, he stays near the door to maintain his distance. “What made you settle here?”

“I kind of fell into it.” I turn away to open the cabinets next to the small fridge and lift down two of the blue, flower printed mugs. Mrs. Flanagan purchased them after I broke a set of the thick, ceramic ones we had before. I think she wanted to teach me to be more careful. “It’s not a very exciting career, I know.”

“It suits you.” His gruff voice sounds closer, and I turn to find him now at the tiny, two person table. The table came from a time before Mrs. Flanagan took the community center over, and he dwarfs its delicate frame. His eyes soften as he studies me. “You were always a leader.”

“And yet, I was always following you.” One side of my mouth kicks up as I turn away once more to fill the mugs with coffee. “Do you want creamer?”

“Sugar, too, if you have it.” He walks closer, his boots heavy on the tiled floor, and a hesitant hand touches my arm, barely there before it disappears.

My breath catches, and I stay facing away, waiting to see if he’ll venture more.

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