Her Sister's Fiance

The little old ladies by the picnic tables glared at him like he was pond scum.

Joe Reed tried to ignore them as he stood under a giant magnolia tree eating a hot dog at the town's May Day picnic, trying to look like the old him—respectable, predictable, an all-around good guy.

Wait a minute. He leaned to the right to get a better look at one of the little old ladies.

Was that a friend of his grandmother's?

He groaned.

His grandmother was hard of hearing and not quite living in the present. She often thought she was a girl looking for her poodle, CoCo, who'd been dead for seventy-five years. Joe had hoped she'd never get the whole story of his downfall, but if one of her friends from the nursing home was here, she'd probably be treated to the whole unsavory thing. Which meant, he had to hope his grandmother either wouldn't hear what the woman had to say or that she'd forget it very quickly, both highly likely.

Still, he really didn't want her to know.

Yeah, now that he'd gotten a better look, he was afraid that was her friend Marge and...maybe she was coming this way, probably to give him a piece of ... read full excerpt from Her Sister's Fiancé ebook