The forecast had predicted a beautiful week of blue sky and sun, but instead an endless stretch of gray clouds loomed overhead, a few darker ones hanging lower than the others. She’d borrowed Delaney’s horse, a buckskin gelding with an even temperament as smooth as his gai...
I’d rather fall in chocolate! —Author unknown ANDI CAST A glance over the rowdy karaoke crowd to the man sitting at the front table with the clear plastic bakery box in his possession. “What am I supposed to say?” she whispered, looking back at her ...
—Charles Schulz FOCUS, KIM REPRIMANDED herself. Keep to the task at hand and stop eavesdropping on other people’s conversations. But she didn’t need to hear the crack of the teenage boy’s heart to feel his pain. Or to remember the last time she’d heard the wretched words “I’m leaving” spoken to h...
Eli said as he slung a backpack into his truck. He nodded toward Clint and Clay. “The boys and I are going to check it out.” Jace frowned. “But what about Gavin McKinley and Isaac Woolly?” Eli put a hand on his shoulder. “We haven’t found anything.”...
With the cows locked up tight inside and the added security cameras, he didn’t see how the rustlers could possibly steal any more of their cows without getting caught. But he did look forward to spending some private time with Sammy Jo. His gaze kept drifting toward the pr...
It takes you by surprise at first but keeps you warm for a long time. —Author unknown ANDI GLANCED OVER the business statement Jake had left for her in the Cupcake Diary, and it didn’t take a genius to see they weren’t making enough money. Hopefully, Rachel’s idea for a bi...
—Charles Schulz FOCUS, KIM REPRIMANDED herself. Keep to the task at hand and stop eavesdropping on other people’s conversations. But she didn’t need to hear the crack of the teenage boy’s heart to feel his pain. Or to remember the last time she’d heard the wretched words “I’m leaving” spoken to h...
The truck shot around turns, spit gravel, and squealed louder than a wayward missile. Jenny braced one hand on the dashboard while the other gripped the edge of her seat. She didn’t know whether to be scared or thankful, but her need to get to the bank had her leaning towa...
—Helen Keller “WHAT’S WRONG?” NATHANIEL asked, his smile fading as she drew closer. “Are you afraid of heights?” “No,” she said, each step toward him heavier than the next. “I’m afraid of flying.” He gave her a hesitant half-grin. “Are you sure you ...