Lilly watched Hudson guide Sandy’s elbow from behind Sally’s dirty curtains, her favorite spying place, until the pair were lost between the blueberry rows. She ran her thumb over polished nugget hidden in her Lloyd’s apron.
Tell me what to do now!
She looked at the old fair ribbons half expecting Sally to be shaking a bony skeleton finger at her out of a wicked mist, but there was nothing there except a decade of cobwebs.
Sandy’s rental car tires crunched on the gravel said everything about her departure to Lilly, and Lilly sighed. When she peeked out those lacy curtains once more, Hudson was waving Sandy off with Cielo at his feet.
Travis was swinging on Hudson’s arm in an all-too-acquainted fashion.
“Travis!” she yelled knowing the single pane glass would do little to muffle her voice. “Come eat your supper!” She rapped on the glass with her knuckles for added measure. Travis let go of Hudson’s hand like he had been caught stealing candy and ran toward the blueberry patch with Cielo in fast pursuit.
Seconds later Hudson stood in the kitchen, his lips on her neck and his hands low on her hips.
“Why is she here?”
Hudson kissed her neck. Her skin prickled, rippling until she pushed back on him, unable to stand his touch.
“She wants to buy the buckskin.” He took his hands away and giving Lilly space to air her fumes.
“How much?” Lilly asked. She cranked on a can of clam chowder of Yoyo’s supper.
“She hasn’t said—”
“She’s an old girlfriend, isn’t she?”
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