Okay, one last bit from Spring Chickens (just because I love Lynne and Bram so much) and then I promise to move on:
A muffled curse followed by a loud thump made his smirk fade into a satisfied smile. He pressed his ear to the door, listening for the whisper of her feet against the floorboards. His fist met wood again, urging her to move faster.
“Come on, sugar, the sun’s up.”
He glanced over his shoulder, checking to be certain the horizon wouldn’t prove him a liar. The locks tumbled and the door swung open. The woman he loved glared at him from under tangled clumps of golden-brown waves.
He smiled. “Good morning.”
You don’t have to be a spring chicken to fall in love
Bram Hatchett thought he buried his heart with his wife, but when a big city beauty blows into town to dispose of the family farm, she captures everyone’s attention. Particularly his.
Lynne Prescott’s former marriage was marked by her husband’s infidelities and doomed by the secrets and lies he left in his wake. Disillusioned and adrift, she seeks refuge in the simplicity of small town life.
There are few secrets in Heartsfield, Arkansas, but when a few loose boards on a rickety old porch bring them together, not even the combined forces of nosy neighbors, disapproving children and a disturbing decrease in the poultry population can stymie the attraction between the handsome widower and the intriguing divorcee.
But Lynne and Bram are both old enough to know there are no guarantees in life.
Can they set the fears of their pasts aside and learn to trust their hearts just one more time?
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