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Authors: Susan Meier
Tags: Romance, Catherine Bybee, sexy, Military, tattoo, Shannon Stacey, enemies to lovers, reunited lovers, small town romance, Marines
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Beth — blond and beautiful—looking angelic in her white robe and big white wings?
It was Barbara Beth! Posing in an ad for the opposition!
Oh, she was so fired.
Driving home, she saw the ads two more times. He’d plastered the town with them!
She stomped up the porch steps, shoved her key into the lock, and just barely resisted screaming as she ran up the stairs to the apartment.
This was war.
…
Friday morning, Finn entered the diner dressed for work in gray trousers, a white oxford shirt, and a tie, which he left loose at the neck as a nod to the fact that he worked in a comfortable small town. Newspaper tucked under his arm, he ambled to a back booth.
He ordered coffee and the big breakfast, since he was trying very hard to counter Ellie’s brochures by looking unaffected by them. When the waitress left, he opened the paper and there it was.
FREE FLORAL ARRANGEMENT. A $200 VALUE. MCDERMOTT’S FUNERAL HOME. WHERE WE PUT FAMILY FIRST.
His mouth fell open. A coupon? Seriously?
With every second that passed, he got angrier and antsier. Still, he finished his breakfast, flirted with the waitress, gave her a good tip, and then strolled up the street as if nothing were wrong. Except he tossed the newspaper in the trash because her coupon had him virtually vibrating with anger.
He had to counter this. Even though they were going on two long weeks with no deaths, he had to counter.
He stopped himself. Did he really have to? Ellie only seemed to be going after immediate funerals, while he was working the prepaid funeral angle. Technically, unless she went after the prepaid funerals, her coupon was worthless. Her brochures a moot point.
Still, he couldn’t let her keep the psychological advantage. If he wanted her to sell that place, she had to hit her limit. See that she’d taken on too much. Remember how much she hated living in Harmony Hills. In other words, she had to be miserable. And he didn’t need to spend money to make her miserable.
A thought came. He chuckled.
Yep, he didn’t have to spend money to get to her.
…
Ellie returned from another trip to O’Riley’s Market with two bags of groceries. Steaks. Potatoes. Fixings for salad. And fresh veggies. Now that the living quarters were clean, she would take care of her diet. No more sadness cupcakes.
She pulled her car into a parking space in front of the funeral home for easier access to the house, opened the door, and swung out.
Seeing Finn sitting on the park bench across the street, the one that faced McDermott’s, she narrowed her eyes.
Was he reading a book?
She gave herself a mental shake and opened the back door of her car. What did she care if he was reading a book across from her funeral home? It was a free country. He could read in the park if he so desired.
She wouldn’t let her eyes stroll across the quiet small-town street. Refused. She could hear kids playing in the playground. She knew their parents or babysitters would be standing in clusters, chitchatting. It would be ridiculously foolish to look at him. It would be worse to march across the street and ask if he was sitting there, focusing on her business, doing some kind of positive-thinking voodoo to try to mess with her mind, so she’d sell McDermott’s to him.
When she bent into the backseat to retrieve her two bags of groceries, she was hidden by the car, so she let her eyes inch upward. Through the window she saw he hadn’t moved. And he wasn’t looking at her.
The bastard.
What the hell did he want? What the hell was he doing?
Well, physically, he was reading a book. But why directly across from her business?
She pulled the bags out of the car, turned, and walked up her sidewalk. On the big front porch, she set her groceries on one of the two wicker chairs in front of the swing and unlocked the door. She retrieved the bags, fighting her eyes that wanted to look at him, and walked inside, up the stairs. At the top, she unlocked the door to the living
It was Barbara Beth! Posing in an ad for the opposition!
Oh, she was so fired.
Driving home, she saw the ads two more times. He’d plastered the town with them!
She stomped up the porch steps, shoved her key into the lock, and just barely resisted screaming as she ran up the stairs to the apartment.
This was war.
…
Friday morning, Finn entered the diner dressed for work in gray trousers, a white oxford shirt, and a tie, which he left loose at the neck as a nod to the fact that he worked in a comfortable small town. Newspaper tucked under his arm, he ambled to a back booth.
He ordered coffee and the big breakfast, since he was trying very hard to counter Ellie’s brochures by looking unaffected by them. When the waitress left, he opened the paper and there it was.
FREE FLORAL ARRANGEMENT. A $200 VALUE. MCDERMOTT’S FUNERAL HOME. WHERE WE PUT FAMILY FIRST.
His mouth fell open. A coupon? Seriously?
With every second that passed, he got angrier and antsier. Still, he finished his breakfast, flirted with the waitress, gave her a good tip, and then strolled up the street as if nothing were wrong. Except he tossed the newspaper in the trash because her coupon had him virtually vibrating with anger.
He had to counter this. Even though they were going on two long weeks with no deaths, he had to counter.
He stopped himself. Did he really have to? Ellie only seemed to be going after immediate funerals, while he was working the prepaid funeral angle. Technically, unless she went after the prepaid funerals, her coupon was worthless. Her brochures a moot point.
Still, he couldn’t let her keep the psychological advantage. If he wanted her to sell that place, she had to hit her limit. See that she’d taken on too much. Remember how much she hated living in Harmony Hills. In other words, she had to be miserable. And he didn’t need to spend money to make her miserable.
A thought came. He chuckled.
Yep, he didn’t have to spend money to get to her.
…
Ellie returned from another trip to O’Riley’s Market with two bags of groceries. Steaks. Potatoes. Fixings for salad. And fresh veggies. Now that the living quarters were clean, she would take care of her diet. No more sadness cupcakes.
She pulled her car into a parking space in front of the funeral home for easier access to the house, opened the door, and swung out.
Seeing Finn sitting on the park bench across the street, the one that faced McDermott’s, she narrowed her eyes.
Was he reading a book?
She gave herself a mental shake and opened the back door of her car. What did she care if he was reading a book across from her funeral home? It was a free country. He could read in the park if he so desired.
She wouldn’t let her eyes stroll across the quiet small-town street. Refused. She could hear kids playing in the playground. She knew their parents or babysitters would be standing in clusters, chitchatting. It would be ridiculously foolish to look at him. It would be worse to march across the street and ask if he was sitting there, focusing on her business, doing some kind of positive-thinking voodoo to try to mess with her mind, so she’d sell McDermott’s to him.
When she bent into the backseat to retrieve her two bags of groceries, she was hidden by the car, so she let her eyes inch upward. Through the window she saw he hadn’t moved. And he wasn’t looking at her.
The bastard.
What the hell did he want? What the hell was he doing?
Well, physically, he was reading a book. But why directly across from her business?
She pulled the bags out of the car, turned, and walked up her sidewalk. On the big front porch, she set her groceries on one of the two wicker chairs in front of the swing and unlocked the door. She retrieved the bags, fighting her eyes that wanted to look at him, and walked inside, up the stairs. At the top, she unlocked the door to the living
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