The Choice
Chapter One
May 1996
"Tell me again why I agreed to help you with this." Matt, red-faced
and grunting, continued to push the spa toward the recently cut
square at the far edge of the deck. His feet slipped, and he could
feel sweat pouring from his forehead into the corners of his eyes,
making them sting. It was hot, way too hot for early May. Too damn
hot for this, that's for sure. Even Travis's dog, Moby, was hiding
in the shade and panting, his tongue hanging out.
Travis Parker, who was pushing the massive box alongside him,
managed to shrug. "Because you thought it would be fun," he said. He
lowered his shoulder and shoved; the spa-which must have weighed
four hundred pounds-moved another couple of inches. At this rate,
the spa should be in place ... read full excerpt from The Choice ebook
