was doing, by the way she took such care
of the clothing.
"Have you worked here long?"
"Oh my yes, off and on for three years.
Ever since Ben became Sheriff."
"You sound very fond of him." Savannah
watched the older woman take such pains with his shirt.
"Oh, if I'd have had a son, he'd be the
one I'd want. My husband and I couldn't have children, I'm afraid.
We tried for years, it just didn't happen. But Ben, why he's a
dear, the perfect gentleman. Junction couldn't ask for a better
Sheriff."
Surely the housekeeper wasn't trying to
play match-maker. No, she just had her head in the wrong clouds,
Savannah reasoned. Just because Ben Hogg was handsome as the devil
himself, and happened to be a Sheriff, and rescued her from hell,
didn't mean she had to go falling for him. She didn't trust men,
and she had to remember that before she found herself falling
again.
As she ate the scrambled eggs and
toast. She'd decide later, what to do. She knew she had to get her
car fixed, but what could she do in the meantime. If only she had
her identification, and could go to her Aunt's house, and she'd be
fine. In fact, it might be better that her aunt wasn't home. After
all, it had been years since anyone in her family had spoken to
Aunt Lucy. She wasn't sure of her welcome.
* * *
Ben cleared his desk quickly and called
a towing service to get Savannah's car taken care of. All morning
he kept himself busy, and didn't realize the time till Henry, the
butcher came in.
"Morning Henry, what brings you by?"
Ben asked trying to look at least a little busy for Henry's sake.
He didn't need to ask. Henry always popped by, just to talk. It was
like some sport to him. If there was any gossip in town, Henry knew
about it, and reported it.
"Mrs. Johnson called and asked me to
bring this by so you can take it home with you so she could make
some pot roast tomorrow. Says you're right fond of pot roast." He
answered handing Ben a package of meat, then glancing about for a
chair to sit and chat.
Ben stowed the meat in the small fridge
he had installed a month ago for his staff. He enjoyed the way
small town people always seemed to care about one
another.
"I'll take care of it, thanks for
bringing it by." Ben nodded. "Anything else?"
Henry scratched his head. "Saw
somebody's car bein' towed wondered if you knew about it?" Henry
asked narrowing dark gray eyes on Ben.
"As a matter of fact I do. It belongs
to a young lady that was stranded on the bus yesterday." Ben
answered, flipping through some papers on his desk.
"You don't say. That's one fine car."
Henry stared at Ben.
"It is?"
"You didn't see it?"
"No, I was on the bus too, Henry. On
the opposite side from the car." He knew what kind of car Savannah
drove, but he refused to rob Henry of the pleasure of telling
him.
"BMW, brand spanking new,
too."
Ben's head whipped about to look at
Henry. "A BMW, you say?"
"That's right. Who is she, the Queen of
Sheba?" Henry chuckled.
"Said her name was Savannah Kingsley.
Suppose to be Lucy's niece. Ever heard of her?"
"Nope, but she must have lots of
money." Henry said rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "That Lucy ain't
hurtin' for none. Lives in that big ole house all alone, ever since
her husband died. I reckon she'll be tickled pink to have some
company, way out there in the boondocks."
Ben felt a cold sliver run down his
back. What if she stole it? After all, her story was a little
shaky.
"Where is she?" Henry glanced around as
though she might be hiding in some corner.
"Who?"
"The little gal that claims to be
Lucy's niece?" Henry seemed impatient at learning this bit of
news.
"She's at my place." Ben answered with reluctance. He
waited for Henry to react to that news, but Henry acted as though
it were common place.
"Oh, she's a friend, then?" Henry
couldn't keep his curiosity to himself and Ben knew it would be all
over town before sundown that he had a woman out at his
place.
"Yeah, she's a friend," he said as he
decided to play into
of the clothing.
"Have you worked here long?"
"Oh my yes, off and on for three years.
Ever since Ben became Sheriff."
"You sound very fond of him." Savannah
watched the older woman take such pains with his shirt.
"Oh, if I'd have had a son, he'd be the
one I'd want. My husband and I couldn't have children, I'm afraid.
We tried for years, it just didn't happen. But Ben, why he's a
dear, the perfect gentleman. Junction couldn't ask for a better
Sheriff."
Surely the housekeeper wasn't trying to
play match-maker. No, she just had her head in the wrong clouds,
Savannah reasoned. Just because Ben Hogg was handsome as the devil
himself, and happened to be a Sheriff, and rescued her from hell,
didn't mean she had to go falling for him. She didn't trust men,
and she had to remember that before she found herself falling
again.
As she ate the scrambled eggs and
toast. She'd decide later, what to do. She knew she had to get her
car fixed, but what could she do in the meantime. If only she had
her identification, and could go to her Aunt's house, and she'd be
fine. In fact, it might be better that her aunt wasn't home. After
all, it had been years since anyone in her family had spoken to
Aunt Lucy. She wasn't sure of her welcome.
* * *
Ben cleared his desk quickly and called
a towing service to get Savannah's car taken care of. All morning
he kept himself busy, and didn't realize the time till Henry, the
butcher came in.
"Morning Henry, what brings you by?"
Ben asked trying to look at least a little busy for Henry's sake.
He didn't need to ask. Henry always popped by, just to talk. It was
like some sport to him. If there was any gossip in town, Henry knew
about it, and reported it.
"Mrs. Johnson called and asked me to
bring this by so you can take it home with you so she could make
some pot roast tomorrow. Says you're right fond of pot roast." He
answered handing Ben a package of meat, then glancing about for a
chair to sit and chat.
Ben stowed the meat in the small fridge
he had installed a month ago for his staff. He enjoyed the way
small town people always seemed to care about one
another.
"I'll take care of it, thanks for
bringing it by." Ben nodded. "Anything else?"
Henry scratched his head. "Saw
somebody's car bein' towed wondered if you knew about it?" Henry
asked narrowing dark gray eyes on Ben.
"As a matter of fact I do. It belongs
to a young lady that was stranded on the bus yesterday." Ben
answered, flipping through some papers on his desk.
"You don't say. That's one fine car."
Henry stared at Ben.
"It is?"
"You didn't see it?"
"No, I was on the bus too, Henry. On
the opposite side from the car." He knew what kind of car Savannah
drove, but he refused to rob Henry of the pleasure of telling
him.
"BMW, brand spanking new,
too."
Ben's head whipped about to look at
Henry. "A BMW, you say?"
"That's right. Who is she, the Queen of
Sheba?" Henry chuckled.
"Said her name was Savannah Kingsley.
Suppose to be Lucy's niece. Ever heard of her?"
"Nope, but she must have lots of
money." Henry said rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "That Lucy ain't
hurtin' for none. Lives in that big ole house all alone, ever since
her husband died. I reckon she'll be tickled pink to have some
company, way out there in the boondocks."
Ben felt a cold sliver run down his
back. What if she stole it? After all, her story was a little
shaky.
"Where is she?" Henry glanced around as
though she might be hiding in some corner.
"Who?"
"The little gal that claims to be
Lucy's niece?" Henry seemed impatient at learning this bit of
news.
"She's at my place." Ben answered with reluctance. He
waited for Henry to react to that news, but Henry acted as though
it were common place.
"Oh, she's a friend, then?" Henry
couldn't keep his curiosity to himself and Ben knew it would be all
over town before sundown that he had a woman out at his
place.
"Yeah, she's a friend," he said as he
decided to play into
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