her expanding stomach? She sure hoped not, so she pulled away quickly and readjusted her sweater.
“You closing up for the day?” she asked.
“Yep. Didn’t have any passengers after lunch, so I figured I was wasting my time. But I’m so glad you came before I left.”
“Well, thanks for listening. Have a good night,” she said as she started to turn.
“Hey…”
“Yeah?”
“You want to have dinner with me?”
Chapter 9
Addison had never been to Clay’s house before, only his parents’ house. He lived just a few doors down from them even now, probably to help his mother with his father’s health issues.
He lived in a small cottage style house right off the main road. It looked like a dollhouse and not nearly as manly as Addison would’ve expected. Of course, what does a “manly” house look like anyway?
Sometimes she was thankful that January Cove was small enough to walk most places, but today she hadn’t worn the proper shoes for such a long walk. Pregnancy was doing a number on her feet as it was. She was petite in build anyway, so the little bit of added weight was wreaking havoc on her arches. Of course, she wasn’t quite ready to let the cat out of the bag to Clay just yet.
It wasn’t that she was intentionally trying to hide it. She just liked having someone to talk to who would listen and not look at her as some kind of charity case single mother-to-be.
“Come on in,” he said as he unlocked the door and flipped on a lamp on a table by the front door.
“Wow. This is a beautiful place. Did you remodel it yourself?” she asked, looking around at the intricate woodwork and shiny hardwood floors.
“I did about three years ago. I love working with my hands,” he said. “Please, sit down.” He pointed to an overstuffed arm chair that sat by the mostly useless fireplace. January Cove got chilly, but usually not cold enough to warrant a fire.
Clay disappeared into the kitchen for a few moments, but came back with two glasses of iced sweet tea, a Southern staple. Any good Southern girl had better know how to make proper sweet tea. Addison had once traveled up north with Jim and asked for sweet tea in a restaurant. The server looked at her like she had two heads, and it was the first time she realized that the South was the only place she’d get her favorite beverage.
“Oh, thank you,” she said, taking a sip. “Hey, you make fantastic sweet tea for a guy!”
“My momma taught me right, Addy,” he said with a wink as he sat down on the sofa across from her.
“This place really is amazing. I love this table,” she said, running her hand over the carved wood coffee table. “Where’d you get this?”
“I made it,” he said, taking a sip of his tea.
She almost choked on her tea. “No you didn’t!”
“Yes, I did,” he said smiling. “I have a shop out back where I tinker around.”
“You are so talented, Clay. You should be selling this stuff down on Main Street. Maybe you could get some space in the hardware store…”
“Oh, it’s just a sideline, really. I don’t have much time between my websites and the ferry business. It just gives me something to do as a hobby.”
“Well, if I ever get to open my B&B, I want a custom piece made by you! You just name the price,” she said.
“The price for you will always be free, Addy,” he said with a soft smile. There seemed to be some hidden meaning in it, but he quickly changed the subject before Addison could think too much about it. “So, tell me, do you still have an obsession with all things Gone With The Wind?”
Addison smiled. How had he remembered that about her? She was the only girl who, in eighth grade, redecorated her bedroom in every GWTW memento she could find. She even had a six foot Rhett Butler poster on her wall that would scare all of her friends when they woke up at her house after a
“You closing up for the day?” she asked.
“Yep. Didn’t have any passengers after lunch, so I figured I was wasting my time. But I’m so glad you came before I left.”
“Well, thanks for listening. Have a good night,” she said as she started to turn.
“Hey…”
“Yeah?”
“You want to have dinner with me?”
Chapter 9
Addison had never been to Clay’s house before, only his parents’ house. He lived just a few doors down from them even now, probably to help his mother with his father’s health issues.
He lived in a small cottage style house right off the main road. It looked like a dollhouse and not nearly as manly as Addison would’ve expected. Of course, what does a “manly” house look like anyway?
Sometimes she was thankful that January Cove was small enough to walk most places, but today she hadn’t worn the proper shoes for such a long walk. Pregnancy was doing a number on her feet as it was. She was petite in build anyway, so the little bit of added weight was wreaking havoc on her arches. Of course, she wasn’t quite ready to let the cat out of the bag to Clay just yet.
It wasn’t that she was intentionally trying to hide it. She just liked having someone to talk to who would listen and not look at her as some kind of charity case single mother-to-be.
“Come on in,” he said as he unlocked the door and flipped on a lamp on a table by the front door.
“Wow. This is a beautiful place. Did you remodel it yourself?” she asked, looking around at the intricate woodwork and shiny hardwood floors.
“I did about three years ago. I love working with my hands,” he said. “Please, sit down.” He pointed to an overstuffed arm chair that sat by the mostly useless fireplace. January Cove got chilly, but usually not cold enough to warrant a fire.
Clay disappeared into the kitchen for a few moments, but came back with two glasses of iced sweet tea, a Southern staple. Any good Southern girl had better know how to make proper sweet tea. Addison had once traveled up north with Jim and asked for sweet tea in a restaurant. The server looked at her like she had two heads, and it was the first time she realized that the South was the only place she’d get her favorite beverage.
“Oh, thank you,” she said, taking a sip. “Hey, you make fantastic sweet tea for a guy!”
“My momma taught me right, Addy,” he said with a wink as he sat down on the sofa across from her.
“This place really is amazing. I love this table,” she said, running her hand over the carved wood coffee table. “Where’d you get this?”
“I made it,” he said, taking a sip of his tea.
She almost choked on her tea. “No you didn’t!”
“Yes, I did,” he said smiling. “I have a shop out back where I tinker around.”
“You are so talented, Clay. You should be selling this stuff down on Main Street. Maybe you could get some space in the hardware store…”
“Oh, it’s just a sideline, really. I don’t have much time between my websites and the ferry business. It just gives me something to do as a hobby.”
“Well, if I ever get to open my B&B, I want a custom piece made by you! You just name the price,” she said.
“The price for you will always be free, Addy,” he said with a soft smile. There seemed to be some hidden meaning in it, but he quickly changed the subject before Addison could think too much about it. “So, tell me, do you still have an obsession with all things Gone With The Wind?”
Addison smiled. How had he remembered that about her? She was the only girl who, in eighth grade, redecorated her bedroom in every GWTW memento she could find. She even had a six foot Rhett Butler poster on her wall that would scare all of her friends when they woke up at her house after a
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