Jackson: The Sons Of Dusty Walker - Plot & Excerpts
But the house…his house…was only a ten minute drive from town. As he walked around the front of the truck, he dialed the home number. “Good evening, Mr. Walker.” Marliss’ voice, almost too perky for a woman in her sixties, carried from his phone. “Hey, Marliss, I’m heading that way, and if it’s okay, I’m bringing someone for supper.” “Well, of course. Lou makes enough food for a dozen.” Her husband, Lou, had cooked since he was old enough to work outside the home. “Will this be a formal meal in the dining room?” He looked through the truck window at Rori. “Sort of more of a…date?” Rori lifted her brows at him. “Uh huh. Not too sure, then?” Marliss hummed for a couple seconds. “A nice breeze has come up. How about a few candles on the table out by the pool?” He smiled. “Perfect. Thank you.” “My pleasure. Now, drive safe.” She’d told him that this morning, too. A warning based on his father’s demise? “Will do. Be there in ten.” “We’ll be ready.”
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