Sweet Saturday Sample/Everlasting Echoes

This is from my WIP, Everlasting Echoes, a little trip back in time to find out more about Justin and the love of his life, Beth. This will be third in the Echoes of Orson’s Folly series. Books one and two are available now.

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A mass of color, out of place near the road, drew his attention and he squinted at it, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. A vehicle of some sort was pulled over to the side. Only one reason for anyone to be pulled over out this way. Someone must be having car trouble. Justin altered Zeke’s course and stepped up the pace.

It only took a few moments for Justin to close in on the vehicle, a German-made microbus painted with swirls of rainbow color that formed patterns of flowers and peace signs. He shook his head. Some darnfool city person, out to see the country and probably out of gas thirty miles from nowhere. It was a good thing Justin had taken the scenic route or whoever it was might have spent one long night in the cold.

As he approached, Justin noted the rear engine compartment was propped open. A pair of long legs encased in wide bell-bottomed blue jeans emerged from beneath the rear of the van. Justin’s lips tugged into a smile when he noted the bare feet with the hot pink toenails. He’d never considered himself a foot man, having developed an appreciation for the curvier aspects of the female form. He shifted in the saddle for a better look at those painted toes. Yep, he just might need to make an adjustment on his preferences.

A soft curse floated from beneath the van and one foot began to jiggle in an agitated fashion.

Justin cleared his throat. “As nice a view as this is, and I could darn near watch it all day, I can’t help but wonder if your fingernails match your toenails.”

The jiggling foot froze. An instant later, the legs slid out from under the van to reveal they were indeed attached to some shapely curves. But it was the mass of dark golden curls tumbling about the woman’s shoulders that captured and held Justin’s attention.

She was young, probably a handful of years Justin’s junior. A gauzy white blouse with long belled sleeves fell to the tops of the legs Justin had admired. The garment was loose but somehow managed to reveal the very fine assets beneath as it fluttered in the afternoon breeze. His gaze slid down to her fingertips and he grinned at the flash of hot pink nail polish.

“Find what you’re looking for?” she drawled in a voice drenched in a Midwestern twang. She placed a hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side, an obvious challenge that Justin wanted to take her up on.

Instantly in tune with her saucy attitude, Justin met her gaze and winked. “Yes, ma’am.” He touched a finger to the brim of his hat and introduced himself. “Justin McGee.”

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