For those of you still reading along, here’s more from LOVE AND ROCKETS (Coastal Heat #3) Coming in October 2016!
The Pit barbecue shack stood on the same quarter acre of undesirable land near the Alabama and Gulf Coast railroad tracks for over fifty years. Natives claimed the worn clapbaord building was as much a part of Mobile as the bay itself. Everyone ate at The Pit. Governors, garbage collectors, movie stars, and construction workers rubbed elbows over racks of dry-rubbed ribs and succulent pulled pork topped with slaw. Darla had never met the original pit master, Beauregard Lavelle Pickett, but Beau Jr. had appointed himself her unofficial granddad the moment she first showed up at his counter asking for a job.
Pregnant, alone, and without any appreciable skill set.
He’d long-since turned the tending of the smokehouse over to his own son, Beauregard Lavelle Pickett III—a.k.a. Bubba—but Mr. Beau still held court each noontime at a small formica-topped table in the back. And every day, Darla served him and his cronies enough sweet tea to float the USS Alabama.
Wearing squeeze bottles of Bubba’s famous sauce tucked into her apron pockets like six shooters, she cocked a hip and stared down at the septuagenarians, a sassy smile curving her lips. “If you loved me, you’d make an honest woman out of me and take me away from all this.”
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