Feeling The Heat
Four days later…
"She was here again," Marlene Duncan said as Linc Stone strolled into the office of AA Atco Bail Bonds, Inc., a greasy sack of Memphis's best barbecue in one hand and a six-pack of bottled Coca-Cola in the other.
Linc grimaced. Though a few particularly pissedoff ex-girlfriends had been known to track him down at the office, he instinctively knew that Marlene wasn't talking about one of them. He swore under his breath.
She was talking about her.
Georgia Hart, the wedding planner from hell who was having a little trouble with the English language—recognizing the word "no," specifically.
"What did you tell her?"
His father, evidently lured by the smell of barbecue, emerged from his office in the back and snagged a bottle of Coke, then popped the top off using the scarred edge of Marlene's desk. "Tell who what?" Martin wanted to know.
At six-foot-six, his father was a mountain of a man with a patience for fools the size of an anthill. He drove American cars, would only drink Coke out of the bottle—because "plastic was for pussies"— preferred Johnny Cash to Elvis, practically sacrilegious in their neck of the woods, and ate his ... read full excerpt from: Feeling the Heat ebook
