Navy Justice (Whidbey Island, Book 5)
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Olivia’s glance skimmed Monica again. “Do you even own a pair of jeans?”
“Of course,” she said, but relented and told the truth. “I bought a pair yesterday after I left the courtroom.”
“You’ll still need to keep your full-time hours.”
“I’ll put in all of my hours. No problem, Olivia.” She didn’t ask her dad for help these days. She was trying really hard to get by on her own. It had taken her years to learn that self-sufficiency provided rewards far greater than material goods.
She’d stopped shopping as a hobby a couple of years ago. The dress and shoes she wore today were a few years old. Fortunately, her style was classic and she took care of her clothes.
Olivia led her to the office in the back. “Noah works on his farm for four hours every morning before he comes into town to open the army surplus store.”
That ugly old thing. The town should demolish it. Force it to shut down. All of the other shops on Main Street had spruced up their storefronts to bring in tourists. Why shouldn’t he have to, as well?
Her mind went back to what Olivia had said. So Noah had already been out weeding for a couple of hours before Monica had arrived this morning? Insane. “Four hours? Before he opens the store? What time does he get up?”
“As far as I know about five.”
“As in a.m.?”
Compelled, she did the math. Two hundred hours. If she went to the farm for two hours in the morning before coming to work—no way was she getting up at five—it would take her one hundred days to complete her service, if she worked there every day. More than three months, and she would have to work longer hours on her days off to make up the time faster. A little faint, she leaned against the wall.
Olivia grasped Monica’s arm. “You try real hard to make it work, to make up for how much you hurt him.” She picked up her purse. “I’m running across the street for a coffee.”
The slamming front door put an exclamation point to her exit.
She’d left without offering to bring back something for Monica, unheard of in their relationship to date.
As Monica had already done a dozen times this morning, she rubbed a hand over her roiling tummy.
Making amends was a heck of a lot harder than it looked.
Copyright © 2015 by Mary Sullivan
ISBN-13: 9781460385845
Navy Justice
Copyright © 2015 by Geri Krotow
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