Someone announced they’d treat everyone to a beer at Leland’s Tap or a root beer at the café, and they all trooped out, even Dad. All except Hank. Glenora’s hand trembled so much, she couldn’t attempt to do bookwork for a while. Hank stood before the truck, but made no move to pick up his wrench.
Finally, he crossed to the counter. “Doesn’t seem right to go back to work yet, does it?”
She shook her head. When she leaned forward, he smoothed away her inadvertent tears and skirted the counter.
“Come here, Glenora.” The light in his eyes made her whole body tingle as he swept her off her feet. “Can’t do this right out here where the whole world can see.”
The restrained power of his shoulder muscles sent a hungry wave through her. Easily the strongest man in town, he might also vie for the kindest—a parade of all he’d done for her father ran through her mind. Being carried made her feel so light, so carefree. Behind one of two big pillars holding up the roof, Hank stopped in the grimy shadows.
He took his time. Looked around. “There. This oughta do it.” He set her down like a feather, drew her close, and took her breath away. Just as she’d imagined since that night under the trellis, nothing about this man disappointed her.
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No one ever accused Glenora Carson of being a breathtaking beauty. Her tall, gangly figure and angular face are more solid midwestern stock than Hollywood glamour. But Joe liked her. He even told her, “You’re the one for me.” He gave her a locket with his picture inside, to remind her of him while he was away, serving his country on the U.S.S. Arizona.After December 7, 1941, Glenora shelves her dreams of attending college on the scholarship she was offered by Iowa State University, locks her heart away, and focuses on holding down the home front by helping out the family business – Carson’s Garage. The grease-stained overalls didn’t do much to compliment her female figure, but they cover her female heart well enough.That is, until Hank Anderson, a wounded warrior back from battle, walks into the garage and into Glenora’s life.Is an old maid’s future Glenora’s fate, or will Cupid throw a wrench in her plans?
Bio:Gail writes from northern Iowa, where she and her husband enjoy their grandchildren and watching historical documentaries.The writing bug bit Gail later in life, along with a love for the World War II era. She’s hopelessly addicted. Her historical fictionhonors Greatest Generation women who made a difference despite great odds. Her second love, teaching, leads to facilitatingwriting workshops and retreats, where she loves cheering others on in their vocation.
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So many books to read and not enough time--thus TBR list keeps growing.
Isn't that the truth! Thanks for stopping, Marilyn.
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