So, for those of you who have read All I Have, how about a little sneaky peeky at the first page of All I Am (coming Dec. 1). The beginning takes place exactly where All I Have left off. :) ------- If Cara ever got engaged, the first thing she’d want to do would be get naked, not sell broccoli. Her older sister did not seem to have that inclination. Mia handed a bag of broccoli to an elderly gentleman, then once again admired her new engagement ring. Cara wrinkled her nose. “Ugh. Are you going to stare at that thing all day?” “Hey, an hour ago you were jumping up and down and screeching.” Mia wiggled her fingers some more, the grin never leaving her face. “Sorry. An hour is the limit for engagement-ring gazing while us poor single women sit around and feel our ovaries dry up and fall off.” “Ovaries don’t fall off,” Anna chimed in, adding more curlicues to the sign she was painting for the new Pruitt Morning Sun Farms booth. Cara scowled at her younger sister. “It’s an expression.” “A dumb one.” “You’re a dumb expression,” Cara grumbled. She didn’t know why too-early Saturday morning after too-early Saturday morning, season after season, she agreed to help Mia with her farmer’s market stand. Cara didn’t get anything out of it except crap from her sisters and dirt on her clothes. Now that Mia and Dell, her new fiancé, had merged their farms, which specialized in locally grown fruits and vegetables, Mia had all the extra help she needed from him. Cara was an unneeded volunteer. Still, for the fourth year in a row, here Cara was. Tired and cranky, though, okay, maybe she enjoyed her sisters’ company a little bit. It had been fun to help Mia while she came into her own, taking over the parts of the family farm suitable for produce and then building a business. Cara had been a part of that. Sure, she wasn’t a farmer, didn’t want to be a farmer, but it was nice to be involved. To feel useful. Then the naked farmer had come along and swept Mia away, merging his business with hers so they sold their goods as one entity. “Can you three not talk about ovaries while I’m around?” Dell asked in between customers. “Hey, you’re outnumbered,” Cara returned. “Get used to it. Where’s Charlie, anyway?”
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 23:06:58 +0000
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