Being Neighborly
A Novella
By
Carey Heywood
Copyright 2014 by Carey Heywood
All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission of the author.
The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or via other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and the punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
Sawyer Says is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Being Neighborly
Beau Hamilton spends his days working the family farm, leaving him no time to worry about finding a girlfriend. He wants to settle down and start a family, but his prospects aren’t looking up. He knows what he wants; a nice country girl, who doesn’t mind living on a farm, a girl nothing like his new neighbor Bethany.
Bethany screams “city” and it’s only a matter of time before she hightails it out of farmland and back to the land of coffee shops on every street corner. She’s not the type of girl who would be happy, living on a farm for the rest of her life.
Despite all the reasons he shouldn’t be, Beau finds himself drawn to her in ways even he can’t dismiss as only being neighborly.
~Note to the reader~
Beau, the main character of this book, was
introduced in my novel Sawyer Says.
This book is dedicated to all the readers , who each night stay up past their
bedtimes to take in the words we write.
Thank you,
Chapter One
“Did you hear someone bought the Wilson place?”
I glance up from my breakfast and into Bess’s pointed stare. What’d I do? “What does that mean for me, Bess?”
A Cheshire-Cat-like grin spreads across her face. “I wondered if you could run this apple pie I baked over to her.”
Her?
I shrug. “Sure. When?”
She turns her back to me and nonchalantly replies , “How about before suppertime, after you’ve showered and changed?”
This smells like a setup. I’ve known Bess my entire life. She’s like an unrelated aunt and a second mama. She’s been more prone to meddle now that my dad’s retired.
I’ve been slowly taking over my parents’ farm since his health deteriorated. My mom and dad even moved out of the main house, moving down to a cabin at the back of the property. My dad’s always been a go getter. Our hope is that tucked away back there, he’ll be forced to take it easy and relax. So far it’s been working.
Our farm, while owned by my family , is also home to three other families in search of a simpler life. We eat what we grow and barter for the things we need and donate any surplus to the local food bank.
Bess would like me to settle down and start a family of my own. I have nothing against women. I’ve just been so busy that none of the single women I know have held my attention.
I had a serious girlfriend a few years back , but farm life wasn’t what she was looking for. From what I hear, she’s married and has a kid living in the city. It’ll take a certain kind of girl to want this type of life. I love the families who call this farm home, even when it feels like I can’t get a moment of peace to myself.
With the weather turning warmer , I’m moving from the main house to another cabin on the property. It’s within walking distance of the main house but gives me peace and quiet during the spring and summer months.
I live in the main house during the winter just because it costs less for
A Novella
By
Carey Heywood
Copyright 2014 by Carey Heywood
All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission of the author.
The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or via other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and the punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
Sawyer Says is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Being Neighborly
Beau Hamilton spends his days working the family farm, leaving him no time to worry about finding a girlfriend. He wants to settle down and start a family, but his prospects aren’t looking up. He knows what he wants; a nice country girl, who doesn’t mind living on a farm, a girl nothing like his new neighbor Bethany.
Bethany screams “city” and it’s only a matter of time before she hightails it out of farmland and back to the land of coffee shops on every street corner. She’s not the type of girl who would be happy, living on a farm for the rest of her life.
Despite all the reasons he shouldn’t be, Beau finds himself drawn to her in ways even he can’t dismiss as only being neighborly.
~Note to the reader~
Beau, the main character of this book, was
introduced in my novel Sawyer Says.
This book is dedicated to all the readers , who each night stay up past their
bedtimes to take in the words we write.
Thank you,
Chapter One
“Did you hear someone bought the Wilson place?”
I glance up from my breakfast and into Bess’s pointed stare. What’d I do? “What does that mean for me, Bess?”
A Cheshire-Cat-like grin spreads across her face. “I wondered if you could run this apple pie I baked over to her.”
Her?
I shrug. “Sure. When?”
She turns her back to me and nonchalantly replies , “How about before suppertime, after you’ve showered and changed?”
This smells like a setup. I’ve known Bess my entire life. She’s like an unrelated aunt and a second mama. She’s been more prone to meddle now that my dad’s retired.
I’ve been slowly taking over my parents’ farm since his health deteriorated. My mom and dad even moved out of the main house, moving down to a cabin at the back of the property. My dad’s always been a go getter. Our hope is that tucked away back there, he’ll be forced to take it easy and relax. So far it’s been working.
Our farm, while owned by my family , is also home to three other families in search of a simpler life. We eat what we grow and barter for the things we need and donate any surplus to the local food bank.
Bess would like me to settle down and start a family of my own. I have nothing against women. I’ve just been so busy that none of the single women I know have held my attention.
I had a serious girlfriend a few years back , but farm life wasn’t what she was looking for. From what I hear, she’s married and has a kid living in the city. It’ll take a certain kind of girl to want this type of life. I love the families who call this farm home, even when it feels like I can’t get a moment of peace to myself.
With the weather turning warmer , I’m moving from the main house to another cabin on the property. It’s within walking distance of the main house but gives me peace and quiet during the spring and summer months.
I live in the main house during the winter just because it costs less for
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