“Well, that’s a little late,” I said wryly, “Melody could have used it twenty years ago.”
Bitty turned to look at me. “It wouldn’t have helped, Trinket. The money didn’t mean to her what the house does. And, unless there’s a stipulation in his will that says differently, I’d like to put the entire history of the house on our brochures. I’ll do it tactfully, of course. No point in stirring up old fires, but the Richmonds deserve their history, too.”
She looked back at Jackson Lee with one of those smiles that have been known to blind men for days. When their sight returns, it’s never quite the same.
“You’ve been wonderful, Jackson Lee. I just don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Well,” he said, grinning at her, “I don’t intend for you to find out. Not for a while yet, anyway.”
“Jackson Lee Brunetti, you sweet bit of sugar, are you flirting with me?”
“Good Lord, Bitty,” I said, and stood up. “Kit, I don’t know about you, but I’m going up to the kitchen to check my glucose levels. Care to join me?”
“Well, I am feeling a little lightheaded.” Grinning, Kit followed me into the kitchen. Then he got really close, trapping me against the counter with an arm on each side of me. “But not just because of all that sweet talk.”
“Hm,” I said, looking at him, “this might be serious enough to require a doctor.”
He put his arms around me and whispered in my ear, “I love to play doctor.”
In response, I unclasped the hair at the back of my neck and shook it free. It just seemed like the thing to do. You know, I think my parents have the right idea after all. A healthy libido just makes life so much more fun.
Sometimes Bitty isn’t the only one who has things turn out all right.
About Virginia Brown
As a long-time resident of Mississippi, award-winning author Virginia Brown has lived in several different areas of the state, and finds the history, romance, and intrigue of the Deep South irresistible. Although having spent her childhood as a “military brat” living all over the US, and overseas, this author of nearly fifty novels is now happily settled in and drawing her favorite fictional characters from the wonderful, whimsical Southerners she has known and loved.
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