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Miss Trailerhood

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by Carina Taylor


  I wondered when they’d had the chance to talk about hiking. Nate must have become chummy with him when I wasn’t looking.

  “Maybe someday.” He gave a jaunty wave and stepped out the door.

  “I wonder what his real name is. You know, I kinda like that guy now,” Nate admitted as he sat down beside me again.

  “I know. He really is cute. I don’t know why I didn’t ask him out sooner.”

  Nate scowled at me as he turned and rested an arm on the back of my chair. “Wren, look away. I’m going to murder your sister.”

  “Have at it. I’ve got plans today.” Wren laughed and stood up. She grabbed my favorite sweatshirt from the hook—the little thief—and booked it out the door.

  “More coffee?” I attempted to place a mug between us, but Nate grabbed it with one hand and laid it down on the table.

  “Who’s cute?”

  “Puppies, kitties, alpacas—I mean, the list could go on.”

  “No, the list couldn’t go on.”

  His eyes sparkled dangerously as he leaned close and whispered, “There should only be one thing on that list.”

  I sighed as I breathed in slowly. “And what—”

  I forgot what I was saying when he leaned closer and kissed me just below my ear.

  “Nate,” his voice rumbled against my neck. “Nate is the only thing that should be on your list.”

  I shuddered as he kissed a gentle trail along my jawline. “Yes.”

  He kissed the corner of my lips.

  “Louis Nathaniel Mercier is the only thing on my list.”

  He growled and grabbed the chair on either side, jerking me closer to him when he kissed me square on the mouth.

  Epilogue

  Nate

  “Just one more minute!”

  A pair of long legs and a hideously bright floral shirt disappeared beneath the popped hood of the lawn mower.

  Who knew how long Dad had been under there. It was scary to think of what could be going on. The man had an obsession with lawn mowers.

  It was downright unhealthy. And then, when he met Eldon, it was as though something clicked. Like he’d finally found his people. I didn’t know what to tell my dad. I didn’t know what to say other than, “Am I adopted?”

  He demanded that he be the one to drive in the lawn-mower race. He was less than impressed when he heard I’d only placed third. It was a tough blow when your own father couldn’t be proud of your lawn-mower racing record.

  Now he was going to make sure he did it right.

  “Are we sure we should let him do this?” Wren asked where she stood next to me with her arms crossed over her chest. “He’s not very young, you know.”

  “I heard that!” my dad yelled.

  “Sweetie, maybe you should leave it how it is,” Mom suggested from where she stood on the other side of Wren. “Wren’s right, you know. You could get hurt if you end up racing on this.”

  I’d been right. My parents adored Wren and were overjoyed to have Riley back in our lives. Frank still came to visit Wren regularly. He did try to talk my parents into funding his latest business idea every time he saw them. Dad had offered him a good, honest job as an apartment manager. He declined.

  Someone walked up behind me and slipped their arms around my waist. A face pressed against my back.

  “Guess who?”

  “Nascar Jim? Is that you?”

  “Ha!” Riley tickled my ribs before she slipped around in front of me. “Have we warned your dad?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, then he’ll be fine.”

  “What do you mean, ‘he’ll be fine’? I wasn’t fine.”

  “I know, and I apologized for that. I even gave you a back rub to make it better.”

  “Uh oh, you got stuck with this goon because of a back rub?” Dad said as he pointed at me but smiled at Riley.

  “Thanks for the support, Dad. Great to know what you think of me.”

  A car drove by slowly—a large SUV almost identical to Gabe the Gunrunner’s. (He would forever be called that. Gabe the Firecracker didn’t have the same ring to it.)

  It stopped, and Bane and Nola climbed out. “Did we miss anything?” Nola asked as they crossed the street.

  I pointed to Dad under the hood.

  Bane’s eyes widened. “Somebody stop that man. I know what he can do to a lawn mower.”

  Riley just laughed loudly and stepped closer to the toolbox so she could hand my dad any tool he asked for. “I think Nate should be given a chance to redeem himself. I mean, I really did surprise him with the race. And he might have needed to see a chiropractor afterwards. I feel like I might owe him a second chance.”

  Dad shook his head. “Nope. We’re kicking him out of the family. No third places allowed in the Mercier family. Riley, we have an opening. You and Wren can fill it.”

  “I’ve been kicked out of the family over a lawn-mower race?” I faked a stab to the heart.

  “Better than getting kicked out because you were squatting in someone else’s house,” Bane muttered.

  “So, where’s your next job, Nate?” Nola asked.

  “Boise. Riley and Wren are coming with me.”

  “Really?” Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me.

  “Yup!” Riley piped up. “We’re taking the trailer over.”

  “Wait. How are you guys moving that thing?” Dad stood up and tossed the tools back in the box.

  I pointed at the truck parked in front of my single-wide.

  “Oh. That’ll do.”

  I nodded. I’d traded in my Jeep and bought a truck. It was the perfect trailer hauler, and I knew the bed of the truck would be useful for all sorts of things. I caught Riley’s eye and winked at her. She blushed and dropped the screwdriver into the toolbox.

  She wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up at me. “You going to miss this trailer park?”

  “Without a doubt.” I planted a kiss on her forehead.

  Eldon jogged down the street toward us, waving the pink helmet. He yelled, “Found it!”

  “Hmm, maybe there are some things I won’t miss.”

  “We’ll be back,” she predicted right before she leaned up on her tiptoes and caught my lips with hers.

  It was going to be an exciting life together.

  THE END

  Special note from the author:

  Rumor has it that the mouse that chased Nate and Riley down the hall still lives in the single-wide. It has a family of its own now and is doing well.

  Thank you for reading Miss Trailerhood! I hope you enjoyed it and had some tears of laughter when you finished.

  Please leave a review if you enjoyed the Trailerhood experience as much as I did.

  (Lawn mower races, anyone?)

  Acknowledgements:

  I don’t know where to begin with the acknowledgements. This story has been slowly evolving over the years. I wish I could pin point exactly when this story started to form, but I don’t think it’s possible.

  I CAN thank my husband, beta readers, and amazing editor Jenn. They helped make this the fun story that it is. I can also thank the first old farmhouse I lived in for its extensive “research” I learned on mice. But I’ll just say not ALL things need to be experienced to appreciate.

  Thank you to all of you wonderful readers out there! I mean it. I LOVE talking to readers. I love hearing what you thought of a book. I love hearing the stories from you that a book made you think of. Thank you for taking the time to read! I hope you’ll reach out to me and chat about books. ;)

  Did you love Miss Trailerhood? Then you should read Neighbors Like That by Carina Taylor!

  KYLIE

  He started our war–I intend to finish it.

  Buying a house in the suburbs was supposed to be low stress—my own little haven to decorate and landscape exactly how I want. Instead, I find myself locking my garbage can to keep pests out–pests that are six-foot-one, green-eyed, and far too good-looking.

>   My trespassing neighbor is rude and entitled. It isn't long before war is declared, and I find myself stooping to immature pranks.

  When trouble lands at my door, my unlikely neighbor starts knocking on my heart. Am I ready to answer?

  HAGEN

  I will win no matter what it takes.

  I moved to this neighborhood for a fresh start. The one thing I'm not looking for is a relationship. So, when I mistakenly assume my neighbor is hitting on me, I lash out at her.

  I didn't mean to start the war, but now she taunts me from across the street. Our harmless pranks have become the highlight of my day. I should stay away–but I can't. I want to spend more time with her.

  When a stalker begins sending Kylie a series of notes, I'm only too willing to help protect her.

  Maybe I'm looking for a relationship, after all.

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  Neighbors Like That

  Christmas Like This

  Friends Like These

  Vacations Like This (Coming Soon)

  Fake It

  Love on Willow Loop

  Miss Trailerhood

  World's Worst Boyfriend (Coming Soon)

  Only in Colter

  The Perfect Plan

  Standalone

  Mr. H.O.A.

 

 

 


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