by Ruby Laska
“Not yet,” Ed called. “Not for another half hour or so.”
“What are you going to say in your speech?” Gray asked.
“What do you think?” Mac said, clapping Gray on the shoulder. “She’s going to talk about how she’ll dedicate herself to the job. Yup, for my wife work will be a top priority, coming second only to the needs of her adoring husband.”
Amber grinned, giving Mac a poke in the ribs as her friends laughed.
Just then the sun crested the courthouse behind them, sending splashes of golden light down onto the scene below. Down on Walnut Street, cars and pickup trucks were starting to line up along the curb, and groups of people were getting out and making their way to the courthouse lawn. A few had found their seats in the rows and rows of folding chairs. An old man tipped his hat to Amber, and a young mother waved as she bent to hush a squalling baby in a stroller.
“And to this town,” Amber added softly. “I’ll dedicate myself to Heartbreak. To my home.”
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About Ruby Laska
Ruby Laska grew up in the heart of rural Arkansas, the youngest of four sisters who shared a passion for state fairs, Vince Gill, and the local library. Now she lives and works in the not-so-small town of Little Rock, where she and her husband share their home with three rescue greyhounds. When not writing, Ruby loves to bake in her restored 1952 Chambers oven, and won a blue ribbon for her lavender shortbread last year at the Pulaski county fair.