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Chapters (32)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Contents
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Epilogue
  31. Acknowledgments
  32. About the Author

“But we decided to be classy.” Dixie took the bouquet from her sister and tinkered with a few of the flowers before laying it on the coffee table. “When I get married, I want one just like this.”

“On that note, I’m getting both of you out of here,” Graham laughed. “I don’t want to walk you down the aisle for at least ten years. Fifteen would be better.”

Mitzi locked up after them and plopped down on the pink sofa. A thirty-two-year-old woman should be over a crush she’d had when she was fifteen, so why was there a picture in her mind of herself in a white dress walking down the aisle toward Graham? She blinked several times to get the visual from her head. She’d have a better chance of waking up a short, skinny blonde tomorrow morning than of Graham ever being attracted to her.

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Lyle, I’m home, and we need to talk,” Jody called out as she entered the trailer that Friday night. “Whatever is making you act like a jackass is going to stop, and we’re not selling this trailer to Quincy. It’s our home. It’s paid for. And I’ve worked my butt off to make us a nice garden spot.”

No answer.

She knocked on the bathroom door and it swung open. She flipped back the shower curtain and he wasn’t there. She checked the bedroom and looked out the kitchen window to see if he was in the garden, then went back to the front door and opened it. His motorcycle wasn’t there, so that meant he wasn’t home from work.

“Dammit!” she fumed as she threw herself down on the sofa and shut her eyes. At midnight she awoke to find him still not there, so she took a quick shower and got into bed.

In her dreams she stood on the front porch of the trailer, looking southwest across the tops of the trees at the dark clouds. As the eerie quietness surrounded her, she had the feeling that the coming storm was going to be the one that ripped her mobile home apart. Then the tornado alert sirens began to sound. The sky took on a strange greenish color, and suddenly the wind started grabbing everything that it could pick up. She tried to get back into the trailer but froze.