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Stalked, assaulted, and left for dead, Marlena thinks her life is over. Then she meets Destiny and they decide to take matters into their own hands. For these two, justice has a new meaning. It's called revenge.
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I pulled my sweater close. The air grew crisp as the sun went down. The giant moon rose even higher.
“How about a cup of hot cider?” Jimmy asked.
I nodded. “I’ll lay claim to a table before they’re all gone.” I couldn’t believe how quickly they were filling up. It appeared the entire town had turned out. I’d heard about these dances, seen them mentioned in the weekly newspaper and on Facebook, but I’d never attended one. My high school friends had called them lame. Said they were for the old folks. The old “settlers.” Guess something had changed my tune. Perhaps it was just being away from home for the past few months, or maybe it was Jimmy. Nothing seemed lame with him.
He proved to be an excellent dancer, too.
“Do you have to know how to waltz and two-step when you own a ranch?” I asked as he steered me around the floor.
“Oh, sure.” He swung me in a tight circle. “I practiced on the steers every night growing up.” When the song ended, he said, “And what about you, Miss I’ve-never-been-to-a-Settlers’-Day-dance? You’re holding your own pretty well for a newbie.”
I felt a little heat rise to my cheeks. “If I tell you, will you promise not to laugh?”
He crossed his heart and held up his fingers like a boy scout. “I would never laugh. Dancing is serious stuff.”
I elbowed him in the ribs as we made our way back to our little table. There had been a Sharpie marker tucked in amongst the tiny pumpkins and we’d immediately decorated the round gourds with mustaches and triangular eyes, then Jimmy signed his with a flourish so of course I did the same. I think that’s why no one sat there while we were dancing. The little pumpkins turned out to be excellent placeholders.
“So? Are you going to fess up or do I have to tickle it out of you?” He made crawly fingers in the air.
“No, no. You don’t have to bring out the tickle-spiders. I’ll tell you.” I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was listening, and then I leaned toward him and whispered, “Lana and I took dance lessons one summer. We learned all the basics plus a few line dances, too.”
Jimmy threw his head back and laughed out loud.
“Hey!” I slapped his knee. “You promised not to laugh.”
He couldn’t seem to stop. “Sorry. It’s too good not to laugh.” Grinning, he leaned back in his folding chair and tried to get control of himself. “At least now I know why you had the cowgirl footwear.”
I looked down at my beautiful turquoise-inlaid boots. “You didn’t think I bought them just for tonight, did you?”
That shut him up. “Well, maybe I did. I mean—”
I let him off the hook. “Oh, it’s all right.” I patted him on the arm. “You can’t help it if you’re a guy.”
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Seems to be very scary. On face book Dawn Robin Gimenez
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