ignored the strange sense of loss that niggled at her.
âItâs the Godâs honest.â Ellie held her hand to her heart. âI heard just yesterday from Amanda Huckaby who heard from Kaitlyn McGuire who said that her cousin spent every second of her twenties building up her hair salon. She worked nonstop. Then all of a sudden, she hit thirty and bam, she wanted to shift into the next gear and have a family. But she couldnât and do you know why?â
âNo.â Brandy turned right at the next intersection and followed the street into the heart of Rebel. âBut Iâm sure youâre going to tell me.â
âBecause her lady parts had been on pause for so long that they forgot what to do.â The woman gave a shudder. âHer vagina practically shriveled up and died from neglect. At least thatâs what her gyno said.â
âNo doctor said that.â
âNot outright. He used some fancy medical terms, but the bottom line is she canât have any kids because her coochie is useless. And all because she put business before pleasure.â
âThatâs crazy.â
âIs it? If you think about it, it makes perfect sense. Say you went ten years without using your legs, you wouldnât be able to just jump up and start running. Not without some serious repercussions. Weâre talking leg cramps. Weakness. Pain. Why, youâd be lucky to stand up at all let alone walk around or run.â
âIt hasnât been ten years.â Brandy pulled up behind the small Ford Focus parked in front of the bakery and killed the engine. âJust two.â
âAre you freakinâ serious? No wonder youâve been so irritable lately.â Ellie gathered up her purse and climbed out of the car. âDonât tell me youâre going back inside,â she added when Brandy climbed out of the car and started for the front door.
âIâm already here. I might as well get everything prepped for tomorrow morning. Besides, I want to check on the mash and make sure itâs still bubbling.â She slid her key into the lock. âAnd Iâm not irritable because itâs been two years. Sweet Somethings has some serious competition for the breakfast crowd. I have a right to be on edge.â
âIf you say so,â Ellie said as she pulled open the door to her Focus. âUse it or lose it, sister.â She slid Brandy a glance before disappearing behind the wheel. âThatâs all Iâm saying.â
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CHAPTER 5
âDid you find him?â asked the petite brunette who sat on the front steps of the faded white trailer. The metal structure sat at the very end of a row of equally run-down dwellings that made up the small community known as the Happy Times Trailer Park.
A place where, contrary to its name, Tyler had had many not -so-happy times. The memories stirred but he fought them back down, determined to keep his head on straight and his focus solely on finding Cooper and talking some sense into him.
His gaze went to the girl whoâd been waiting for him when he pulled up. Erin Shelton had short black hair that reached for the sky thanks to some heavy-duty hair products. A series of four piercings traced the edge of her right ear. Dark eyeliner rimmed almond-shaped eyes, making them seem wide and, oddly enough, innocent, despite her too-small T-shirt and tight black mini skirt.
Erin was the classic example that looks could be deceiving. She might look like an extra from a Sons of Anarchy rerun, but she was smart. Responsible. Driven. Sheâd been best friends with Cooper since the second grade, when sheâd moved in next door with her mother, and his brotherâs compass on more than one occasion.
Erin wanted out of the trailer park and so sheâd studied hard, made straight Aâs, and earned herself a scholarship, and sheâd kept Cooper on track, as well.
Until a month ago when sheâd gone off
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