Kat Linder and her lover Lauren share a home with Kat’s Gran. Since her grandfather’s death, she’s taken over maintaining the family farm in south Alabama. In the small town, the annual church Homecoming is a big event, and Kat rushes to get the hay in the barn to beat a storm while Lauren, a beautician, prepares the town’s older women for the year’s social event.
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Chapter 1
(Excerpt)
Kat Linder stretched her long arms and legs. A soft purr from beside her turned into a whine. “Do you really have to get up this early?”
Kat rolled over to face her lover. “Yes, Lauren, I do. There are animals to feed and chores to do.”
Lauren let out a huff. “But it’s Saturday, and I don’t have to open the shop until eight.”
“None of the ladies in this town will die if they can’t get their hair done,” Kat stated with a smile as she reached over to brush a stray strand of hair from Lauren’s face. “They may tell you they will, but I promise they are safe. Maybe more cranky, but it’s not the end of their world.”
“Are you saying my job is any less important than yours?”
“Good heavens no. Someone has to keep the ladies of our sleepy little town looking their best, and you do a remarkable job of it as well.”
Lauren ran her hand through Kat’s thick hair. “I think you’re about due for a trim too.”
“Please, God, don’t make me come into the shop. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to survive the inquisition I get every time I’m there.”
Lauren chuckled. “I’ll give you a cut tomorrow if I can pull you away from those chickens long enough.”
“You, my love, have a deal.” Kat leaned over and kissed her. “Now, go back to sleep. You can get another hour or two before you head to work. Stop by and see me before you go.”
“I will.” Lauren pulled the covers over her body. “It’s already cold without you in here.”
Kat shook her head. “Do I need to turn some heat on?”
Lauren pouted. “Thanks, but it’s not the same.”
Kat shrugged. “It’s the best I have to offer.”
“By far, not the best, but we’ll both be late if you surrender to my womanly charms.” Lauren laughed when she saw the change in Kat’s face.
“Dear Lord, woman, you are going to be the death of me,” Kat teased.
“Maybe so, but not for at least sixty years or more.”
Kat pulled on her jeans and slipped into her boots. “Just sixty?”
Lauren held back her laughter. “Yeah, after that, I’m trading you in for two thirty-year-olds.”
Kat was buttoning her shirt. She placed her hands over her heart. “That was a serious blow to my ego.”
“Baby, you should know by now; you’re the only one for me.”
Kat sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in to kiss Lauren. “Or the only one that will put up with you.”
“Ouch. I reckon I deserved that.”
“You did leave yourself wide open. Are you coming home for lunch?”
“Can’t. I’m booked solid with coloring and perms today. The big homecoming dinner is tomorrow at the church.”
“Well damn. I promised Gran we’d go with her, but I ain’t wearing a dress.”
“I think the congregation would die from heart attacks if you did.” Lauren smiled. “I’m sure Gran has a nice outfit selected and ironed for you. I hope it’s black slacks and a white shirt. You look ravishing in that.”
Kat grinned at Lauren with her lopsided grin. “You are on a roll today.”
“I’m just getting warmed up. Verna Blankenship is my third appointment today, and she always has something crass to say.”
“Should I come to beat her up?”
“Heaven’s no. She’s in her seventies. I’ll keep the radio and dryers going to drown her out.”
“That’s my girl. Love you.” Kat stood to leave.
“I love you, too. Have a good day, and be safe.”
“Always.” Kat left the room and bounded down the stairs. She had nearly reached the front door when her gran called out from the kitchen.
“Katheryn Ann Linder, I know you are not skipping breakfast this morning.”
Kat turned around and walked into the kitchen. Her gran added scrambled eggs to accompany the bacon and toast on a plate.
“Pour your juice and coffee.”
“Yes, Gran.”
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