Can't Fool Me Twice: Sweet Contemporary Romance: Belles in the City Book 1 Read Online Free PDF

anything about seeing him. "What do you mean?"
    Miss Lucille laughed. "He told Judd who told Bethann who told me that he was going to hang out with you at the diner. She called me last night to ask if I'd spoken with you about it yet."
    "Oh." She should have known. "It went okay."
    "Just okay?"
    "It went really well."
    "Want to talk about it?" Miss Lucille was relentless, and Sunny knew that if she didn't expound, the questions would continue until the older woman was satisfied.
    "He came to help out. We had lunch together, and afterward, he pitched in and worked at the diner."
    "Did he get in the way?"
    "No, in fact, he was a huge help. We managed to go home earlier than normal after closing."
    Miss Lucille sighed. "I always thought it would be wonderful to find a man who knew his way around a kitchen. As much as I loved and appreciated both of my husbands, neither of them could do more than pour a glass of water. What else happened?"
    Sunny thought about the kiss, but that was something she wanted to keep to herself. "We just talked a little bit, and he asked me to give him another chance."
    "Now we're getting to the good stuff." Miss Lucille's voice took on a girlfriend-to-girlfriend tone. "What did you say?"
    "I said I would."
    "And I hope you meant it. Bubba Dante is a sweet man who made a mistake. I don't know a single solitary person on this earth who hasn't made a mistake."
    "This was a doozy, though."
    "I agree, but at least you're doing what I think the Lord would want you to do."
    Sunny had talked enough about herself, and now it was time to change the subject. "So how's the therapy coming along?"
    "Oh, didn't Bethann tell you? They're releasing me in a couple of days, as soon as they can get all my home visits lined up with the therapists."
    "But I thought—"
    "That it would be another week or so? Me too. But the therapist said he thinks I've made all the progress I can at the rehab center, and now they're going to put more emphasis on occupational therapy in more normal surroundings. They said they'll work with me until I'm able to cook a full meal for myself." She chuckled. "That'll be a first. Apparently no one told them I've never known how to cook."
    "You can cook," Sunny argued.
    "Yeah, but only if it comes from a box with extremely good directions. I think I'll have to bake a cake from scratch or something."
    Sunny glanced at the clock. "I'm excited you'll be coming home. I'll get your room ready."
    "Don't worry about that. Just tell the cleaning service to dust everything."
    "I'll make sure you have all your favorite reading materials in your study and beside your bed."
    "Sunny, you're a sweet girl. I don't know what I would have done if Bethann hadn't brought you home."
    "You would have done just fine, but I'm glad she brought me home with her too." Sunny didn't want to keep talking, or she risked Miss Lucille asking more questions about Dante. "Call me back when you have an arrival time. I'd like to be here."
    "Okay, I get the message. But remember that after I get home, you and I are gonna have a girl-to-girl talk … about you and Bubba Dante"
    Sunny heard her loud and clear. "See you soon."
    "Love you, sweetie."
    After Sunny hung up, she sank back in the large, overstuffed chair and thought about what she had to look forward to. First of all, Miss Lucille would keep her busy with the cooking and chitchats she enjoyed so much. Second, Bethann would probably stop by more often to see her great-aunt. As it was now, Bethann didn't have much time left over after visiting the rehab center. And third, she'd have to explain her feelings about Dante, which would be difficult since she had a hard enough time understanding them herself. But she knew things were different now, and she sure did love his kisses.
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    Determined now more than ever, Dante set up his schedule to include full days at the diner. His dad once told him he'd be better off making occasional visits because it made the employees nervous to