Die Before Nightfall

She'd never hung wash out to dry, but that wouldn't keep her from trying. Raven Stevenson eyed the basket of sopping white sheets and the small bucket of clothespins sitting at her feet.

How hard could it be?

Five minutes later she'd managed to trample one sheet into the mud. The other two were hanging, lopsided and drooping, from the line.

"It could be worse, I suppose."

"Could be better, too." A pie in one hand, a grocery bag in the other, Nora Freedman came around the side of the house, her eyes lined with laughter. "Never had to dry laundry the old-fashioned way, I see."

"I'm afraid not. Hopefully it won't take me long to get better at it."

"It won't. And I give you credit for even trying. You wouldn't believe how many renters have turned down this property just because I don't have a clothes dryer."

"Their loss. My gain."

Nora beamed at the words, her deep brown eyes glowing with pleasure. "I knew the minute I saw you, you were the person for this place. I've been praying about it, mind you. So it didn't surprise me when Glenda called and said she might have a renter. Here, I've broug ... read full excerpt from: Die Before Nightfall ebook