Burning Flowers (Chapter Seven, page 1 of 3)


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A white pickup pulled up about ten minutes later and parked in front of the business. As the man inside got out, Clarke had to fight her jaw from dropping to the floor. He wasn't at all what she expected; not really. He wasn't much taller than her, and he had thick red hair that made him look like a cute little boy at the same time his defined arms made him look like a man. His cut off flannel top showed his muscular and pale arms, and he had on a pair of white washed jeans with holes in the knees that were not made by some designer. He had a smile on his face that displayed two large dimples that just defined his masculine jaw even more. He looked like the type of guy that might do ranch or farm work. He was handsome but in a very rugged and manly way. Even in Virginia, men that looked like that were few and far between.

"Hi," she managed to squeak out before leading him inside her damaged shop. She watched as he walked around, looking at everything. Like his cousin, he also dug in the wall and took a look at the wiring. He also checked the wires at the back of the freezers. She watched nervously and impatiently, tugging at her lip and following his movements with her own while trying not to breathe down his back.

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