Small Town Rumors(63)

She pulled him over to the worn sofa and made him sit beside her. “Did you come to fuss at me for falling in love with a farmer? Not that I have or will. It was just one kiss on the lips and one on the nose. I did kiss him on the cheek when I left, but that doesn’t count, either.”

“No, honey, I did not. I wouldn’t stand in your way no matter who you fall in love with. Just be sure it’s love and not rebellion. You never did go through that thing that other kids do when they’re teenagers. So be careful. What I came to talk to you about is different. I don’t want to leave town without you having some means of transportation and money. Please let me set up a checking account for you and give you a car,” he said.

She shook her head. “No, thank you, Daddy.”

“Okay, then, have it your way. But when we get home, we are going to discuss a job in the family business. You can start at the bottom and learn every facet of it from there on up to the CEO position, if that’s what you really want,” Dill said.

Her mother said that she loved her, and her dad was about to take her side and give her a job. Oh, yes, sir. This surely meant she was supposed to stay in Bloom.

“And what does Mama say about this?” she asked with caution.

“You let me worry about Charlotte,” Dill answered. “I’ll have a few days in Vegas to warm her up to the idea. And besides, she called me on her way home after you two had lunch and told me that she admired you for your determination. I think she’s comin’ around already. I’m glad that I didn’t sell the company last year after all.”

“You really thought about it? What did Mama say?” Jennie Sue asked.

“She threw a fit,” he admitted. “I’m ready to retire. I realize I’m not that old, but I’m tired of the stress. I’d hand the whole company over to you today if I could.”

For the first time, Jennie Sue could see that her father had aged more than normal in the last year. More lines etched his face, and his eyes looked tired.

“I don’t want money or a car right now, Daddy. I’m doin’ fine with my two jobs, and Miz Lettie lets me borrow her truck when I need it. I’ll think about your offer until you get home. I could use the time. There’s a fair amount of pride in working for what I need,” she said.

Dill moved closer to her and draped an arm around her shoulders. “What turned you this way?”

“Percy. I was dependent on him for a living, and had to do what he said or else disgrace the Wilshire name with a divorce. After he left me and I lost the baby, I made up my mind that I’d finish my degree and no one would ever control me like that again,” she answered.

He pulled her closer to his side. “I love you, Jennie Sue, and I’m so proud of you. If you don’t want the company job, I’ll support your decision in whatever you decide to do.”

Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she sniffled. “I love you, too, Daddy. I promise I’ll give it some serious consideration. If I do take a job, I want it to be on the lowest level possible. No nepotism.”

“Can’t promise no nepo-whaddyacallit.” Dill whipped out a white handkerchief and handed it to her. “You are my daughter. Can’t change that.”

She wiped her tears away and handed the hankie back to him.

“Keep it. You might need it again.” He grinned. “I’ve got a meeting, so I should be going. You can go on back to talking to yourself now.”

She hugged him one more time. “Thanks for understanding.”

“That’s what daddies do. See you later.” They exchanged waves as he left the store, and she tucked the hankie in her purse, hoping that she didn’t need it again for a long, long time.





Chapter Sixteen

Snow cone and a drive? The text came from Rick as she was finishing up at Nadine’s house.

Was this a date? Should she tell him that she didn’t have time? She worried with it a full minute before she typed slowly, Ten minutes?

The answer came immediately: I’m outside. No rush.

She finished putting away her cleaning supplies and left a note on the cabinet for Nadine.

Locking the door behind me. See you later.

Rick was leaning against the truck when she reached the driveway. He flashed a brilliant smile, but he had sunglasses on, so she couldn’t see his eyes. Opening the door for her, he said, “That was the shortest ten minutes I’ve ever had to wait on anyone.”

“You had me at snow cone, but Rick, are you sure about this?” she said.

“Hey, it’s not dinner and a movie. It’s just a snow cone after a long, hot day of work. What’s your favorite flavor?” He slammed the door shut.

She laid her arm on the open window. “Rainbow. Cherry, banana, and grape. I like that you don’t have AC in the truck. It reminds me of Frank’s old vehicle when I was a kid. I liked to hang my arm out the window and catch the wind.”

“I’ve saved enough money to buy a newer truck, but just can’t make myself let go of it when this one is runnin’ good except for the air. The heat works fine in the winter, so we don’t freeze. But—” There was that sexy grin again. “I remember when the heater went out in Dad’s old truck. Cricket and I were little kids, and Mama would bundle us up in quilts when we went anywhere. When he finally bought a newer model, we both cried and wanted our quilts back.”