I don’t know how much longer it was before I saw in my mind Tate walking on the path that led to my house. His dad’s ranch was next to ours. He had a stick in his hand and he was swiping at the goldenrods that grew beside the trail, whacking their heads off as if he was really mad at them for growing there. Whack, whack. Then I saw him throw the stick down and come running pell-mell over the rest of the path toward my house.
He banged at my door and, with a heart that pounded in rhythm with those bangs, I went and let him in. He had this kind of mad look on his face, but he didn’t sound mad when he said, “I came to see you because I…just because. I knew you’d be here.”
Even with his blond hair mussed and his face wreathed in sadness, Tate was beautiful. I wanted to hug him, but he didn’t look like he wanted a hug. So I offered him the only other antidote I had. “Do you want some ice cream? It’s mint chocolate chip.”
Tate nodded solemnly. I had on my ever present overalls, so it was no problem for me to pull a chair over so I could stand on it to reach the cupboard where the bowls were. There were four bowls there, two aqua and two orange. I took down the one that wasn’t chipped. That one was for Tate. “Do you want to get the ice cream out of the freezer?”
Tate nodded. He brought the ice cream box over to me. I sorted through the drawer of tangled silverware and picked out two spoons, the ones that had the least black on them.
When we were seated on the floor in the living room, our backs against the threadbare couch, and our ice cream bowls in our laps, Tate said, “My mother’s gone.”
“I know.
Thanks go to the printers who answered endless question: Charles Edwards of Edward Press in Rochester, NY, Larry and Norma Jean Ellis of Cornerstone Printing in Rochester, NY, Avis Hair, the author’s cousin and Linotype operator for the Ayrshire Chronicle, and Bob Marcum, Linotype operator and printer for the Appeal Tribune in Silverton, Oregon.
This book was originally dedicated to Georgia and Susan, with love.
Special thanks go to Patricia Smith who encouraged me to write this book.
The author thanks you for reading her book and hopes you will take the time to write a review.
Books available by Shirley Larson both in Kindle and at Amazon.com
In The Cameron Family Saga
The Man Who Would Be Dad
Wooing Justin
Winning Alex
A Cowboy For Lynne
The Medieval Knight (a time-travel romance)
That Wild Stallion
A Cowboy is Forever
The Summer of Jamie’s Secret
Smokin’ Hot Cowboy
Branded by Passion
Historical romance
Deception at Midnight
Forbidden Love, Forever Love
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About the author:
Shirley Larson (also known as Shirley Hart) read her first romance several years ago. She fell in love with the romance genre. Now she has written over thirty romances. She loves every minute of spinning her tales of romance (well, almost every minute) and she hopes her readers enjoy reading them as much as she enjoys writing them
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