A Christmas Affair. Jodi Thomas

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      “You guys work?” Travis was shocked. They all looked old enough to be drawing Social Security checks.

      Cap turned to him, talking slowly, as if there was a language barrier between them. “I retired from teaching several years ago, but I still help out at the retirement village. The manager needs my advice often. And as a former captain of the volunteer fire station, I’m called in to handle problems. I’ve even been known to work crowd control for the sheriff from time to time. It seems to be in my DNA to take charge in emergencies.”

      Typical teacher. Ask him the time and you get a lecture on how the watch works.

      “You ride, son?” skinny Dice Fuller asked.

      “Horses?” Travis thought of yelling that he wasn’t any of their sons, but he’d save that tantrum for later. Four-to-one odds didn’t look so good.

      “Yeah, horses. We don’t usually ride the cows.” Dice chuckled.

      “Nope. Never had the chance, but I’ll give it a try.”

      “I’ll teach you. A man oughta know how to ride.”

      “How about drive? That’s important, too. I’ll be old enough to get my license next year.” Travis saw the first ray of hope. If these old guys would teach him to drive he wouldn’t have to run away; he could drive. Then he could really go places, live in his car, much safer than the streets. If he didn’t like the place he landed, he’d just drive away.

      Dice leaned his head sideways, as if swashing water to brain cells he hadn’t bothered using for a while. “You learn to handle a horse and then we’ll take on a car. Fair enough.”

      Travis smiled. “Fair enough.” This prison wasn’t going to be so bad. In three, maybe six months he’d learn all he needed to know and be driving out of here.

      Free, he thought. And these three old guys would simply think they forgot where they put him.

       CHAPTER FOUR

      ONE WEEK TO the day after Maria Anne Davis kissed Wes Whitman, she walked back into his store with her arms loaded down with boxes of jars. Wes rushed to help her and accidentally brushed her arm as he took half the load.

      “Sorry,” he said, remembering she didn’t like help.

      “That’s all right,” she answered with a shy smile.

      Then she turned away as if he was no more than a stranger again. As if they hadn’t kissed. As if he hadn’t spent hours thinking of what he should have done.

      He knew all about running a store; he’d learned from his father. He could make small talk with customers and stand back in crowds until he seemed invisible. Wes knew how to live an orderly life, but he had no idea what to do with Maria.

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