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window. She grabbed them and sat down to write, but her attention kept drifting outside. Maybe the good view wasn’t the best recipe for productivity. Finally she got up, took her laptop to the office, and settled into the oversized executive chair behind the ornate wooden desk.
She’d forgotten to ask Connor for the Wi-Fi login information, but she remembered what that old guy at the B and B had said. A quick glance down the short list of wireless connections and she was able to log in on the wireless network titled AG_Library. Sure enough, no password and no pass-through fee. A few clicks and she was on the GetItNowNews website and able to access her work e-mail at GINN, which was already stacking up. It hadn’t been but a couple of days, but if she let it go, it would become unmanageable in a hurry. She did a quick scan of the long list of e-mails and deleted the ones she knew were junk, then closed out of it.
There was no sense in getting started on the story for Evelyn, since she’d just have to stop to meet up with Connor and Carolanne at the event down at the artisan center this afternoon. So she jotted down a couple of ideas for articles instead. Speed traps. Pumping your own gas. Small-town gossip. Diet differences. How many businesses does a town really need? Car choices—city versus rural. None of them seemed exciting, though.
She shifted gears and made a quick grocery list and a to-do list and arranged the desk to her liking. Maybe she’d pick up a few stronger story ideas while she was in town.
The small-town cops idea hit a little close to her discomfort zone, and Evelyn knew that, but the incident was funny, and Savannah knew she could turn that little speeding ticket story into something fun with nothing more than her imagination and memories from her hometown. Out of the few she’d brainstormed, that seemed to be the best one to start with. Besides, Evelyn already seemed to love that story and it would buy Savannah more time to figure out the others in the series.
Right now, though, the priority was coffee.
She shut the top of her laptop and headed downstairs to venture out. A quick cup of coffee and then a trip to the market to get the bare necessities should do it.
The morning air was warm, but a breeze made it pleasant. The air smelled of breakfast. Not bagels and coffee, but bacon and sausage. Even the food preferences of small-town folks were different. She’d grown up on eggs, bacon, and toast slathered in butter. Not refrigerated hard pats of butter either, but butter that had been left right out on the kitchen counter so it’d be soft enough to really glop it on good. Those were the days, but then if she still ate like that, she’d have to spend every afternoon in the gym burning calories. Nowadays, she might get an occasional doughnut, but more often than not breakfast was limited to just coffee, and on the rare occasion a yogurt or maybe a piece of fresh fruit.
She resisted the temptation to go back to Mac’s for another one of those amazing pastries and crossed the street to Jacob’s Diner. When she walked inside, the only seats left were at the counter. She slid into the chair closest to the door.
Was it her imagination or was everyone staring at her?
That feeling reminded her way too much of being back in Belles Corner. Rather than ignore it, she ordered two coffees to go and whole wheat toast, plain. Of course, the two coffees would probably get their tongues wagging. Who was she with? Was it one of their own? Blah-blah-blah.
Too late. She’d already placed the order, and sure as heck people were still looking her way.
She picked up the complimentary copy of the County Gazette from the counter and thumbed through it as she waited. The police blotter section caught her eye. She’d been bamboozled into that gig pretty quickly, but Connor seemed like a nice enough guy. How many lawyers would look out for their clients like that? Besides, she kind of hoped the police blotter
She’d forgotten to ask Connor for the Wi-Fi login information, but she remembered what that old guy at the B and B had said. A quick glance down the short list of wireless connections and she was able to log in on the wireless network titled AG_Library. Sure enough, no password and no pass-through fee. A few clicks and she was on the GetItNowNews website and able to access her work e-mail at GINN, which was already stacking up. It hadn’t been but a couple of days, but if she let it go, it would become unmanageable in a hurry. She did a quick scan of the long list of e-mails and deleted the ones she knew were junk, then closed out of it.
There was no sense in getting started on the story for Evelyn, since she’d just have to stop to meet up with Connor and Carolanne at the event down at the artisan center this afternoon. So she jotted down a couple of ideas for articles instead. Speed traps. Pumping your own gas. Small-town gossip. Diet differences. How many businesses does a town really need? Car choices—city versus rural. None of them seemed exciting, though.
She shifted gears and made a quick grocery list and a to-do list and arranged the desk to her liking. Maybe she’d pick up a few stronger story ideas while she was in town.
The small-town cops idea hit a little close to her discomfort zone, and Evelyn knew that, but the incident was funny, and Savannah knew she could turn that little speeding ticket story into something fun with nothing more than her imagination and memories from her hometown. Out of the few she’d brainstormed, that seemed to be the best one to start with. Besides, Evelyn already seemed to love that story and it would buy Savannah more time to figure out the others in the series.
Right now, though, the priority was coffee.
She shut the top of her laptop and headed downstairs to venture out. A quick cup of coffee and then a trip to the market to get the bare necessities should do it.
The morning air was warm, but a breeze made it pleasant. The air smelled of breakfast. Not bagels and coffee, but bacon and sausage. Even the food preferences of small-town folks were different. She’d grown up on eggs, bacon, and toast slathered in butter. Not refrigerated hard pats of butter either, but butter that had been left right out on the kitchen counter so it’d be soft enough to really glop it on good. Those were the days, but then if she still ate like that, she’d have to spend every afternoon in the gym burning calories. Nowadays, she might get an occasional doughnut, but more often than not breakfast was limited to just coffee, and on the rare occasion a yogurt or maybe a piece of fresh fruit.
She resisted the temptation to go back to Mac’s for another one of those amazing pastries and crossed the street to Jacob’s Diner. When she walked inside, the only seats left were at the counter. She slid into the chair closest to the door.
Was it her imagination or was everyone staring at her?
That feeling reminded her way too much of being back in Belles Corner. Rather than ignore it, she ordered two coffees to go and whole wheat toast, plain. Of course, the two coffees would probably get their tongues wagging. Who was she with? Was it one of their own? Blah-blah-blah.
Too late. She’d already placed the order, and sure as heck people were still looking her way.
She picked up the complimentary copy of the County Gazette from the counter and thumbed through it as she waited. The police blotter section caught her eye. She’d been bamboozled into that gig pretty quickly, but Connor seemed like a nice enough guy. How many lawyers would look out for their clients like that? Besides, she kind of hoped the police blotter
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