Talk Me Down
Molly Jennings stood frozen in dismay, staring over the tiny coffee section of the tiny Tumble Creek Market. Folgers, Sanka and a few brands she'd never heard of. And not a dark espresso roast in sight.
Instant coffee mixed with the smell of laundry detergent when she drew in a deep, sad breath. She'd forgotten all about small town markets. They didn't carry whole beans or special roasts, though a lonely can of French Vanilla Kreemer lurked at the back of the shelf. Molly shuddered.
Thank God for the Internet or she'd never have a homemade latte again. Or a Hostess Fruit Pie. Molly threw a scornful look at the so-called snack section near the registers. She was holding out hope for the gas station across the street, because she was pretty sure they were legally required to carry All Things Hostess. And CornNut.
"Ooo, CornNuts," Molly murmured, suddenly perking up. She hadn't had those since high school. She hoped they still made the barbecue flavor.
Grabbing a can of Folgers before she could think too much about it, Molly tossed it in her cart and pushed toward the frozen food section.
The teenager stocking baby formula barely looked up as Molly passed. Clearly, Moe ... read full excerpt from: Talk Me Down ebook
