![]() ![]() yes at her as he shuffled his crutches.She smiled with clenched teeth to hide the tic beneath her eye. ![]() for working with their family and his girlfriend and she moves back to New York I will probably read more from Essex, especially if it features more mixed-race coupling. She glanced behind him, then around the farm, expecting to see Chris or even Jane running toward her.“You expecting a gong to announce you or something?” William narrowed his e. Back to the Good Fortune Diner, by Vicki Essex. He’d said he was looking forward to seeing her at the farm, and even though there was no affection behind his words, she couldn’t help the feeling of anticipation sizzling through her.She was a little surprised when William Jamieson, dressed in jeans and a blue shirt, opened the door. Chris had come by twice more that week to say hello and to buy a box of chicken balls for his son. She rocked on her heels, eager and a little nervous. Not even the thick overcast sky and stifling humidity could dampen her spirit as she sailed along the highway, far, far away from the Good Fortune.She pulled up in front of the Jamieson house, grabbed her book bag and purse, headed up the veranda and knocked. “She didn’t think she’d ever wash the smell of fryer oil and onions out of her hair. ![]()
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