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496 pages, ebook
First published December 31, 2018
If nothing else, I’ll have a one-on-one talk with her and tell her how the cow ate the cabbage.
“Excuse me for a couple of minutes. I need to see a man about a dog.”
"I think it's time to get people in town behind us and become a squeaky wheel"
"I would have welcomed that boy with opened arms and slaughtered that fatted calf"
He’s your son, and if you try to deny that any longer, I’ll steal some of your DNA to prove it.”
I never got any damned letters! I never saw a picture of him when he was a baby! Even if you believed that I’d screwed every girl in Mystic Creek that night, did that obliterate everything you knew I stood for? Everything you knew I believed in? Did it alter your feelings so damned much that you couldn’t trouble yourself to climb in your damned car and drive home to make sure I knew you were pregnant?
He’s your son, and if you try to deny that any longer, I’ll steal some of your DNA to prove it.”
“Can I give you a well-intended critique of your camouflage glasses?”
Erin angled her a look through the large tinted lenses. “Let me guess. They don’t flatter the shape of my face.”
“Worse. They make you look like a bug-eyed grasshopper wearing a hat.
“Ouch!” she said loudly. Then to the horse, she added, “You are sworn to secrecy. If the guys at the department hear about this, they’ll razz me again about staying home where I belong and making cookies.” Her hat lay about four feet away. It looked undamaged, and for that she was grateful. She’d have to replace it herself if it got ruined. She sighed and decided to wait for the numbness in her legs to go away before she tried to stand. “The last time they made cracks like that, I almost made the jerks laxative cookies when I got home that night. Chocolate chip, my specialty.”