The Trouble with J.J.
Chapter One
Home. No four-letter word had ever sounded better, Genna Hastings thought as she maneuvered herself, careful of her sprained ankle, and her crutches out of her car. She stood up and took a deep breath of hyacinth-scented Connecticut air. Whack! Something hit her smack in the back of the head with the force of a Titan missile. Rubbing her head with one hand, she turned and stared down at the football that rocked harmlessly on the driveway beside her loafer-clad feet.
It was an appropriate ending to a thoroughly miserable vacation.
"Look out, Miss Hastings!" came the belated shout of one of the two boys pounding up the street toward her.
"Jeez, Miss Hastings, I'm sorry," said Brad Murray, stooping to scoop up the ball.
"Yeah, sorry, Genna," Kyle Dennison chimed in. Kyle was the chubby ten-year-old son of Genna's best friend, and so he felt entitled to call her by her first name. To Brad, she would always be his ex-kindergarten teacher. He would call her Miss Hastings for the rest of his life.
Kyle shrugged. "We didn't see you."
"That's a comfort," Genna grumbled to her ...
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