Moonlight in Vermont: Modern Mail Order Brides, #11
()
About this ebook
Angelis Franklin arrived in New York with one goal in mind, sign the paperwork and secure a mail order bride. The night before the contract signing, in the hotel lobby bar, he met a woman that could derail all of his well laid plans. He offered her one cautionary warning, "Should our paths cross again, you're not going to get away from me. Tonight, consider yourself lucky that this is the wrong place and wrong time."
Fauvette Cassowary arrived in New York on a honeymoon for a wedding that didn't happen, accompanied by her mother, Birdie who was more than a handful. The only glimmer of hope for the trip was a tall stranger she met the night before in the hotel bar. He offered a warning which made her tingle with excitement and wondering what if…
Fast forward to a day later, through a set of odd coincidences, Fauvette finds herself in a match maker's office staring at a computer screen. On the monitor was four men, whom the matchmaker said was her perfect match.
Fauvette's head snapped around when she saw the four images. Two looked pretty much like her ex and she wanted no part of either of them. The third one looked as if he enjoyed clipping the wings off of flies but the fourth one, "Him!" She exclaimed pointing at the screen.
It was the man from the bar last night. There were no such things as coincidences and Fauvette knew, she had matched her meet.
Climb aboard the love train, as we rattle up the tracks for love, laughs and Moonlight in Vermont.
Olivia Gaines
Olivia is a USA Today Best Selling and multiple award-winning author who loves a good laugh coupled with some steam, mixed in with a man and woman finding their way past the words of “I love you.” An author of contemporary romances, she writes heartwarming stories of blossoming relationships about couples not only falling in love but building a life after the sensual love scene. 2015 Swirl Award Winner, Best Erotic Romance, Thursdays in Savannah. 2017 IRAE Award Winner, Best Contemporary Romance, Wyoming Nights 2019 IRAE Award Winner, Favorite Series, The Men of Endurance 2019 IRAE Award Winner, Reader's Choice Award 2019 Nominee, Top Female Authors, The AuthorShow.com When Olivia is not writing, she enjoys quilting, playing Scrabble online against other word lovers and spending time with her family. She is an avid world traveler who writes many of the locations into her stories. Most of the time she can be found sitting quietly with pen and paper plotting more adventures in love. Olivia lives in Hephzibah, Georgia with her husband, son, grandson and snotty evil cat, Katness Evermean. Learn more about her books, upcoming releases and join her bibliophile nation at www.ogaines.com Subscribe to her email list at http://eepurl.com/OulYf Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/olivia.gaines.31 Twitter: https://twitter.com/oliviagaines Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gaines.olivia/
Read more from Olivia Gaines
Wyoming Nights Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Blind Date Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Montana Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5North to Alaska Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Menu For Loving Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Christmas Quilts Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Turning the Page Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related to Moonlight in Vermont
Titles in the series (12)
Buckeye and the Babe: Modern Mail Order Brides, #6 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Oregon Trails: Modern Mail Order Brides, #4 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5On A Rainy Night in Georgia: Modern Mail Order Brides, #5 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Bleu, Grass, Bourbon: Modern Mail Order Brides, #7 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Tennessee Mountain Man: Modern Mail Order Brides, #8 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Stranded in Arizona: Modern Mail Order Brides, #9 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Sunflowers and Honey: Modern Mail Order Brides, #13 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Lobsters, Bisques & Berries: Modern Mail Order Brides, #12 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Moonlight in Vermont: Modern Mail Order Brides, #11 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHusking for Nebraska: Modern Mail Order Brides, #16 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShow Me: Modern Mail Order Brides Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDown Home Cooking: Modern Mail Order Brides Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related ebooks
Stranded in Arizona: Modern Mail Order Brides, #9 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Show Me: Modern Mail Order Brides Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHusking for Nebraska: Modern Mail Order Brides, #16 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDown Home Cooking: Modern Mail Order Brides Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSunflowers and Honey: Modern Mail Order Brides, #13 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Farmer Takes A Wife: Serenity Series, #3 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Taming Mr. Charming: The Taming Series, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShopping with Mrs. Blakemore Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5New Year's Kiss: Away to Africa, #0 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBeing Mr. Blakemore: The Blakemore Files, #7 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Loving the Czar: The Blakemore Files, #6 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Buckeye and the Babe: Modern Mail Order Brides, #6 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Oregon Trails: Modern Mail Order Brides, #4 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dancing with Mr. Blakemore: The Blakemore Files, #3 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Redempton Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Until You Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Weekend with the Cromwells: The Value of A Man, #2 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Taming Mr. Know-It-All: The Taming Series, #3 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Love -n- Protect: Breckon House, #2 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Becoming the Czar: The Delgado Files, #1 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5His Good Thing: A Christian Romance Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Christmas Bride For A Billionaire Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Blast Out Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Finding Ava Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5His Reason, Her Choice Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Desired by the Cowboy: Corbett Ranchers, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBlind Copy: The Technicians, #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLove Amiss: Elusive Billionaire Romance Series, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNo One Can Love You Like I Can 2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChoosing Mr. Right: Mr. & Mrs. Right, #1 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Action & Adventure Fiction For You
Once Upon a Time in Hollywood: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Murder Your Employer: The McMasters Guide to Homicide Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wool: Book One of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Crime and Punishment Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Princess Bride: S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Learn German! Lerne Englisch! ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND: In German and English Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dust: Book Three of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Shift: Book Two of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros Summary: by Rebecca Yarros - A Comprehensive Summary Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsJames Patterson's Alex Cross Series Best Reading Order with Checklist and Summaries Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Last Kingdom Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Serpent: A Novel from the NUMA files Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Summary The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue: by V.E. Schwab - A Comprehensive Summary Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Huckleberry Finn Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Outlawed Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Darkness That Comes Before Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Termination Shock: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Learn Italian! Impara l'Inglese! ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND: In Italian and English Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Shantaram: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The End of the World Running Club Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Grace of Kings Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Labyrinth of the Spirits Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Billy Summers Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5River God Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Leave the World Behind: A Read with Jenna Pick Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Most Dangerous Game Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Count of Monte Cristo Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Soul Identity Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Swamp Story: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Three Fates Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Moonlight in Vermont
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Moonlight in Vermont - Olivia Gaines
Moonlight in Vermont
A Modern Mail Order Bride- Book 11
Table of Contents
Also by Olivia Gaines
DEDICATION
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Chapter One- Harvesting
Chapter Two- Yield
Chapter Three- Produce
Chapter Four- Fruits of Labor
Chapter Five- Gathering
Chapter Six- Collection
Chapter Seven- Vintage
Chapter Eight- Glean
Chapter Nine- Gamer
Chapter Ten- Reap
Chapter Eleven- Crop
Chapter Twelve- Cull
Chapter Thirteen- Accumulate
Chapter Fourteen- Amass
Chapter Fifteen- Assemble
Chapter Sixteen- Convene
Epilogue
Maple Sundaes & Cider Donuts
Chapter One - Gemütlichkeit
Blind Copy
Prologue
Chapter One – Lookalike
About the Author
Davonshire House Publishing
PO Box 9716
Augusta, GA 30916
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s vivid imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely a coincidence.
© 2020 Olivia Gaines, Cheryl Aaron Corbin
Copy Editor: Teri Thompson Blackwell
Cover: Corbin Media, LLC
Olivia Gaines Make Up and Photograph by Latasla Gardner Photography
ASIN:
ISBN:
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means whatsoever. For information address, Davonshire House Publishing, PO Box 9716, Augusta, GA 30916.
Printed in the United States of America
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 10 9 8
First Davonshire House Publishing October 2020
Moonlight in Vermont
A Modern Mail Order Bride- Book 11
OLIVIA GAINES
Also by Olivia Gaines
The Men of Endurance Series
A Walk-Through Endurance: Olivia Gaines & Siera London
A Return to Endurance By Olivia Gaines & Siera London
The Art of Persistence By Olivia Gaines
Intervals of Love
Enduring Emily
An Enduring Christmas – Winter 2019
The Technicians Series
Blind Date By Olivia Gaines
Blind Hope By Olivia Gaines
Blind Luck By Olivia Gaines
Love Thy Neighbor Series
Walking the Dawg: A Novella
Through the Woods: A Novella
Life of the Party: A Novella
Modern Mail-Order Brides
North to Alaska
Montana
Oregon Trails
Wyoming Nights
On a Rainy Night in Georgia
Bleu, Grass, Bourbon
Buckeye and the Babe
The Tennessee Mountain Man
Stranded in Arizona – September 2019
The Zelda Diaries
It Happened Last Wednesday
A Frickin' Fantastic Friday
A Tantalizing Tuesday
A Marvelous Monday
A Saucy Sunday
A Sensual Saturday
My Thursday Throwback
Slivers of Love Series
The Deal Breaker
Naima's Melody
Santa's Big Helper
The Christmas Quilts
Friends with Benefits
The Cost to Play
A Menu for Loving
Thursdays in Savannah
DEDICATION
For Tracy, on her very special birthday...
"Easy reading is damn hard writing."
- Nathaniel Hawthorne
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To all the fans, friends and supporters of the dream as well as the Facebook community of writers who keep me focused, inspired and moving forward.
Write On!
Chapter One- Harvesting
Sadness covered her emotions like bad ideas competing for space in her head, attaching itself to her heart and weighing down any lightness in her soul. Time and again she’d been warned and even cautioned about loving too fast, trusting too much, and giving of herself too freely, but what was a girl to do—she was in love. Or at least she had been until less than nine months ago the bottom fell out of her world; a world filled with cattlemen who wore big belt buckles, shiny toe tipped boots, and smiles big enough to warm the chilliest town in Texas.
Fauvette Cassowary, one of the most prized veterinarians in the greater Houston area, bristled at the chill when it first began to settle into her bones. Men of means made decisions based on the information she provided on the health and well-being of their cattle. America’s sources of beef and pork shipped on her words. Why she left Houston was a mystery to all those around her, but she moved to Oklahoma, following her heart and the word of a man who professed to love her like no other.
After three years of hot and heavy make-out sessions, and nine months away from marriage, she gave him her best medical advice on his cattle. He ignored it based on the word of his father, who felt Fauvette had ulterior motives. The rest, she could say, was for the local history books. It had rolled out nine months prior like a slow-moving train she couldn’t outrun. Tonight, she found herself in a hotel bar in Mid-Town New York on what was supposed to be her wedding night. Instead of being in the arms of the man who professed to love her like no other, she was sharing the honeymoon suite with her mother, who was sprawled out in the king-sized bed littered with rose petals. Fauvette found herself downstairs at the bar, nursing a watered-down order of Bourbon on the rocks. The rocks were salty like her heart, and now, dwindling floating pebbles in a circular pond of regrets.
Looks like that drink is getting pretty watered down there,
a strong male voice said. Would you like me to order you a fresh one?
Fauvette looked up to see the dark eyes of a very tanned man with a gentle smile, who asked to take a seat. She had nothing else to do other than head upstairs and watch her mother slobber on a pillow as she slept with her mouth and legs wide open. Three or four more watered down drinks would be more interesting than dealing with her mother snoring and sounding like a grizzly bear happy at the start of salmon spawning season. She made eye contact when she responded.
No, I like them watered down. It prevents me from making bad decisions,
Fauvette replied, I can, however, buy you another beer if that’s your fancy.
My fancy is a pretty lady to chat with while I sip a warm beer and wonder what in the world a man like me is doing in New York at the hotel bar,
he replied.
The same thing I am, not wanting to be alone but too cowardly to pull the trigger on more daring adventures, lest all involve shall die a slow painful death,
she answered.
Good grief, are you sure no one came along and squirted a little pee in that glass?
he asked, frowning in distaste.
Fauvette found herself smiling, something her lips had refused to do in the last nine months. The pain was too deep. The hurt bored through her soul. The motion of retracting her lips to form a semi-circle at the bottom of her face was agonizing.
Jesus, Darling, what in the hell happened to you that a smile seems as if your bowels have constricted and the doc has to slip a few fingers in there and pull out a thick one?
he asked her.
She couldn’t help herself; she laughed. It was such a random medical action used by veterinarians in the toughest cases of bowel obstruction that very few people understood. It had been so long since she’d spoken with medical professionals in her field since she’d been shunned, that even talking about animal constipation uplifted her spirits.
Are you a vet?
No, but I’ve worked a few summers on a farm here and there, doing some seasonal work. I’ve gotten to know a few calves, ponies, and other animals who have eaten things that didn’t agree with them,
he told her, offering a smile. Normally, this wouldn’t be the first line of conversation I had with a woman, but you, there’s something about you.
First you tell me I look as if I require a couple of fingers jammed up my ass to release a blockage that’s hindering my ability to smile, and now you declare there’s something about me,
she said, scowling a bit. Smooth. Really smooth.
He leaned back in the chair, lifting the brown bottle of booze to his mouth, sipping deep, and lowering the container back to the table. His dark eyes remained on her face. Full lips drew him in and before he knew it, he was reaching for her, pulling the lady into an embrace.
I’m going to kiss you, and afterwards you’re probably going to slap my face, but I never go half ass, so I’m all in,
he said, moving slowly to give her time to react, pull away, or protest. The odd thing was she didn’t fight his advance, but allowed the moment to unfold between them. Her mouth tasted of cherries, the bit of brown liquor she swallowed, and all kinds of promises.
Fauvette didn’t fight the exploration of his tongue into her mouth. If she were to be honest, and most times she was, it felt nice to be touched again. It felt nice to be desired and wanted. It felt, nice.
The kiss ended when she pulled away. Her fingers, showcasing neatly trimmed nails painted a neutral blush color came to her mouth. The lady’s cheeks warmed under his scrutiny.
I’m sorry, but it looked like you needed that,
he said.
Evidently I did since I didn’t fight you,
she countered, lowering her gaze to the glass. She drank a bit more to remove the taste of the beer left by his exploration of her mouth. Fauvette’s eyes went back to his face, waiting for his next move.
I’ve got time if you want to tell me about it,
he offered, leaning back again in the seat.
My sadness already has a home; I see no need for it to move in with you too.
The man, who thus far hadn’t bothered to give a name, offered a moment of levity in a life filled with leaden weights. As much as Fauvette knew change was required in her world, the will to fight and make the difference was gone. Nine months of backlash and hatred had given her those trinkets to wear about her wrists like handcuffs of shame. He wouldn’t understand therefore she saw no need to share it with him.
You don’t have to remain sad. Life is going to present you with an opportunity as it always does. Either get on the bus and see where it leads, or sit at a dark hotel bar in the middle of New York staring into glasses of watered-down bourbon hoping it will get better,
he said. It doesn’t get any better. We have to be better than the circumstances.
I tried being better, but no one else got the memo. Everyone else decided to remain assholes and point the finger at me,
she said solemnly.
Then fuck’em,
he said, as she looked up with wide eyes at a man using such street language in the presence of a lady. Yeah, I said fuck’em. Those people have no rights to how you feel about yourself, and they have no right to try and make you feel less than them or less than the wonderful person I assume you are under all that sadness.
Yet you made a move on the sad lady, hoping to get lucky.
Naw, if I were to be with you, Darling, you’d need to be on your best game to roll with all of this,
he said, chuckling. Ain’t no way in hell I’mma lay out my best back breaking, bootie thumping, ass slapping, Daddy’s home action for a lady who’s going to lay under me and squeak like a chew toy.
Her mouth dropped open. Squeak like a chew toy?
she replied, almost squeaking when she said it.
Yep, you seem like the type. Too pretty to work up a sweat and get that afro all moist. You’d lay there until I was done, squeak and say, ‘Oh my ghhherrrd, you are so big and so good. I can’t take no more,’
he offered, bursting into laughter. He used his hands to simulate squeezing a large ball while making squeaking sounds that mimicked, eeekee, eekeee, eke. Fauvette was laughing at his antics.
You’re full of shit, that’s what you are,
she said, laughing along with him. Does this approach actually work for you? Women follow you back to your room, trying to prove they are not in fact squeaking toys when the big bad dog bites into their hocks.
Oh, so you like to be bit, do you? This is getting interesting,
he said, leaning forward and twisting his mouth as if he were about to deliver closing arguments in a federal case and had just been handed pejorative evidence.
Wow! Just wow. This is your play. I have officially heard and seen it all. I’m not going back to your room with you,
she said, shaking her head.
Good because I didn’t ask you to; I’m just stating the obvious, Chew Toy,
he said.
And you need to retract your teeth, Bite Boy,
she replied, staring again into his dark eyes. The chemistry was there. It would be the perfect story about the night she stopped being sad, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t her way.
Teeth and everything else have been sheathed,
he said, arching one eyebrow. Besides, I can’t. It wouldn’t feel good to my soul to do such a thing, considering why I’m in town. Plus, I’m not that kind of man.
Glad to hear it because I’m not that kind of woman, even at times like this. I wish I could be, just to be able to feel again and go with the flow,
she answered.
Lord knows there is a flow to follow and the energy between us is enjoyable. Haven’t felt this in a long time,
he said, looking at his watch. I have a mid-morning flight and a meeting first thing. Do you want me to escort you to your door?
No, I’m good,
she told him.
He stood up. Fauvette got to her feet as well. The man was every bit of six feet tall with a narrow waist, thick thighs, and broad shoulders which almost made her lick her lips. Instead, she pressed them close together and stared into his chest. She knew beyond a practical doubt that his chest was more than likely hairy, and in a second, he would walk away and her fingers would never know the feel of pressing her nails into the soft skin.
Darling, I just read every nasty thought in your head as it ran across your face,
he said, shaking his head like he’d been rain soaked in a downpour. Should our paths cross again, you’re not going to get away from me. Tonight, consider yourself lucky that this is the wrong place and wrong time.
Your wife is a fortunate woman to have such a loyal guy,
she replied facetiously.
He held up large hands, lifting her own into his. The touch was electric, sending bolts of currents to her lady parts. She was in danger in the best kind of way, but the answer was still going to be no.
Look, no ring. No marks of a ring which means that all of this hunk is single. I know. I know. I find it hard to believe as well, but my journey in this life needs more than just a squeak toy,
he offered.
She didn’t have time to resist, nor did she wish to, as he lowered his head and provided a parting kiss.
I want to ask your name, get your number, and find you again, but if I do, what is next for both of us will get sidetracked. I can’t afford any distractions right now,
he said.
Me, a distraction?
I’m distracted as hell and it’s taking everything in me not to go all caveman, throw you over my shoulder, and drag you back to my dark hole to have my way with you,
he explained. You don’t deserve that, not from me or any man.
Thank you,
she retorted, smiling at him. I’ve never been threatened with assault in such a way that I thought it was a compliment.
The handsome man stood there for at least three minutes as if he were memorizing everything about the lady. She wasn’t his type. Everything about her read wrong and not right for the next trek up the mountain he was doomed to climb, but she felt good. In his arms, when he spoke to her, the quick wit and come backs, and the kisses were enough to make him change his mind, but he couldn’t.
I pray you find peace, and if not peace, contentment.
Good luck on filling your dark cave with treasures for you to sink your teeth into on cold nights,
she said with a wink.
Woman, you’d better stop playing with a grown man,
he told her, reaching for her and pulling her into an embrace. Everything about you feels so damned right.
Or you’re just horny as hell,
she said, squeezing him in the embrace.
Yeah, that could be a factor,
he said, releasing her and stepping back. I’m only going to say this once more, Darling. If our paths cross again, I’m not letting you get away from me.
If our paths should cross again, I’m going to unpack and stay awhile. Only if you promise me one thing,
she said, patting his chest.
What’s that?
You make sure the bite marks are not easily visible,
she offered, taking her watery drink from the bar. She clicked it against the beer bottle he was now holding and made a small toast. Should we meet again, we will know.
We will know,
he replied, providing a tender kiss to her temple and walking away.
Later, after she let herself into her hotel room, she was faced with the sound of a grizzly bear turning over and snarling at the salmon it was unable to catch. The loud snores of her mother reverberated against the walls. In some ways, she wanted to tell her mother of the nice man who made her feel alive again after nine months of pure hell, but she didn’t see a need. The trip to New York should have been her honeymoon. Instead, she shared a king-sized bed with her mother, who snored too loudly and took up all the covers. How that was even possible in a king-sized bed was beyond Fauvette’s imagination, but this is where she sat.
She’d never been the kind of woman to fling caution to the wind, even for a man as sexy as the one in the bar. It wasn’t who she was and no amount of loss or disappointment was going to turn her into that kind of woman, for any reason. Tomorrow, if the weather was willing, they would sightsee, and have lunch at a little bistro her mother had been dying to try, and she would get on with her life.
Tomorrow was a new day.
SHE DIDN’T WANT TO go to lunch. Fauvette pouted all the way to the Bistro on Avenue of the Americas which was filled with Wall Street types in expensive suits and too much arrogance. They’d arrived early enough to snag a table for three. At any moment, she expected some New Yorker to ask is this seat taken, take the chair, and move it to another table. The crowd was thick and a woman, middle aged with green eyes and a brown bob haircut, held a tray of food while looking for a place to sit. All the chairs were taken except the lone one at their table.
Over here,
she heard her mother Birdie, say to the woman. You’re not going to grow any taller trying to eat standing up.
Thank you,
the woman replied, maneuvering through the crowd to take a seat. It normally isn’t this packed on a Tuesday. I appreciate this.
Fauvette looked at her mother in shock. Her mother constantly bitched and moaned about not trusting people, yet she had invited a random stranger to sit at the table and have lunch with them as if it were an everyday occurrence. It all seemed to be going well, but then it got weird, followed