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calls the sheriff’s department again.”
“Well, I don’t see how you make any money off them goats anyways.”
“I’m doing alright, Henry.” She managed to grind out. “I’ll talk to you later.”
After hanging up, Jessie hurried to the shower. She was meeting Summer at Connor’s restaurant in an hour, and of course, she was running late.
Now her goats were taken care of, she turned her thoughts to anticipation of tonight. She had thought about Connor all day long. Her insides melted again at the memory of his lips on her wrist. If she weren’t trying to pursue a lucrative professional relationship, she probably would have had him in her bed sooner. If Chad hadn’t given her a bad taste of men, that is.
She used to really enjoy the different pleasures of men, until Chad had shown her a side she didn’t like. But it seemed Connor could put her back in the right frame of mind. Only if she could do it without messing up the business, and she wasn’t sure she could do that.
Washing herself vigorously, and shaving her legs carefully, Jessie wondered what he would be like in bed. He had displayed characteristics of sensuality yesterday, which made her tremble. Watching his elegant fingers stroking the herb leaves, plucking the ripe tomatoes, squeezing them gently, had made her think of her bedroom. Imagining his fingers doing those things to her, instead of her produce, in her room by candle light made her quiver with eagerness. Even though she had decided they couldn’t pursue that relationship, she could still fantasize, couldn’t she?
Carefully choosing a strappy sundress and sandals to wear, she pulled her hair up on top of her head and loaded her truck with the bushel baskets of fruit, which would complete his order. Since she had already spent the money on the fencing expenditure this morning, she had to be sure and deliver the goods.
Summer was sitting in her yellow Volkswagon when Jessie arrived at the restaurant. When Jessie tapped on her window, Summer rolled it down and looked at her, panic in her eyes.
“I’m not really sure about this, Jessie. I don’t have a great feeling about this place.” Summer kept telling everybody she had a sixth sense, and most of her friends scoffed at her. Her girlfriend, Bo, was a paranormal investigator in Dallas, and they ghost hunted regularly. Occasionally, though, Summer had a little freak-out session.
“Come on, Summer. It’s dinner, not a séance.” Jessie rolled her eyes.
“You’ve heard the stories about this place, right?” Summer really looked like she was fixing to pee in her pants.
“Of course I have. Everybody in town has heard the stories about this place. But nobody’s died here in at least seventy years, so get your butt out of the car and come inside with me.”
“Fine. But I may not eat much.” She reluctantly got out of her car, and stood there awkwardly, looking at Jessie with pleading eyes.
“Whatever. Just come on.” Jessie pulled a reluctant Summer toward the door to the restaurant.
Kathy met them at the hostess stand, and greeted them both with hugs.
“Hey, girls. I’m so glad y’all came. Connor will be tickled y’all are here. He’s saved you a good table.” Kathy ushered them to a quiet table in the corner. There were only two other tables with people at them. “As long as you don’t mind, Connor’s already chosen which dishes to serve you. It’s gonna be good…” Kathy left them to ponder the ambience of the place.
The house was an old Victorian, with small dining rooms connected to each other by ornate doors, and molding everywhere. The room Summer and Jessie were sitting in, was the dining room closest to the kitchen, with a stairway off to the side. Summer was sitting in the corner, facing the stairs, while Jessie faced the swinging kitchen door.
Before they had a chance to get a feel of the place, the kitchen door
“Well, I don’t see how you make any money off them goats anyways.”
“I’m doing alright, Henry.” She managed to grind out. “I’ll talk to you later.”
After hanging up, Jessie hurried to the shower. She was meeting Summer at Connor’s restaurant in an hour, and of course, she was running late.
Now her goats were taken care of, she turned her thoughts to anticipation of tonight. She had thought about Connor all day long. Her insides melted again at the memory of his lips on her wrist. If she weren’t trying to pursue a lucrative professional relationship, she probably would have had him in her bed sooner. If Chad hadn’t given her a bad taste of men, that is.
She used to really enjoy the different pleasures of men, until Chad had shown her a side she didn’t like. But it seemed Connor could put her back in the right frame of mind. Only if she could do it without messing up the business, and she wasn’t sure she could do that.
Washing herself vigorously, and shaving her legs carefully, Jessie wondered what he would be like in bed. He had displayed characteristics of sensuality yesterday, which made her tremble. Watching his elegant fingers stroking the herb leaves, plucking the ripe tomatoes, squeezing them gently, had made her think of her bedroom. Imagining his fingers doing those things to her, instead of her produce, in her room by candle light made her quiver with eagerness. Even though she had decided they couldn’t pursue that relationship, she could still fantasize, couldn’t she?
Carefully choosing a strappy sundress and sandals to wear, she pulled her hair up on top of her head and loaded her truck with the bushel baskets of fruit, which would complete his order. Since she had already spent the money on the fencing expenditure this morning, she had to be sure and deliver the goods.
Summer was sitting in her yellow Volkswagon when Jessie arrived at the restaurant. When Jessie tapped on her window, Summer rolled it down and looked at her, panic in her eyes.
“I’m not really sure about this, Jessie. I don’t have a great feeling about this place.” Summer kept telling everybody she had a sixth sense, and most of her friends scoffed at her. Her girlfriend, Bo, was a paranormal investigator in Dallas, and they ghost hunted regularly. Occasionally, though, Summer had a little freak-out session.
“Come on, Summer. It’s dinner, not a séance.” Jessie rolled her eyes.
“You’ve heard the stories about this place, right?” Summer really looked like she was fixing to pee in her pants.
“Of course I have. Everybody in town has heard the stories about this place. But nobody’s died here in at least seventy years, so get your butt out of the car and come inside with me.”
“Fine. But I may not eat much.” She reluctantly got out of her car, and stood there awkwardly, looking at Jessie with pleading eyes.
“Whatever. Just come on.” Jessie pulled a reluctant Summer toward the door to the restaurant.
Kathy met them at the hostess stand, and greeted them both with hugs.
“Hey, girls. I’m so glad y’all came. Connor will be tickled y’all are here. He’s saved you a good table.” Kathy ushered them to a quiet table in the corner. There were only two other tables with people at them. “As long as you don’t mind, Connor’s already chosen which dishes to serve you. It’s gonna be good…” Kathy left them to ponder the ambience of the place.
The house was an old Victorian, with small dining rooms connected to each other by ornate doors, and molding everywhere. The room Summer and Jessie were sitting in, was the dining room closest to the kitchen, with a stairway off to the side. Summer was sitting in the corner, facing the stairs, while Jessie faced the swinging kitchen door.
Before they had a chance to get a feel of the place, the kitchen door
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