Caught Between a Lie and True Love (Caught Between series Book 1) by Sheila Seabrook Page B
Authors: Sheila Seabrook
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this isn’t all one-sided. That you’re not coming on to me because you want to repay me for fixing Olivia’s faucet.”
“And other things.” She gazed up into his eyes, hers clear and bright and filled with naughtiness. “It’s not. I’m not.”
“This could get complicated.”
“It doesn’t have to,” she whispered back.
But he knew better. Any involvement with this woman—any woman—would be deemed inappropriate.
The Judge would have his ass.
Matilda would have his balls…and her granddaughter.
And yet, against better judgement, Brody lowered his head and brushed his mouth against the softness of hers.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Delores stood in the coffee lineup, waiting her turn, tapping the pointy toe of her shoe against the tiles.
What was taking Brody so long?
She checked her watch for what had to be the hundredth time, then pulled her cell out of her bra and started typing on the small screen. Where are you? I’m at the coffee shop waiting. We need to get to town hall to sign those nomination papers .
“Hey lady, are you going to order or what?”
Glaring at the man who’d interrupted her, she shifted to the side, waved him past, then stepped back into line behind him and stared at the phone.
Counted off the seconds.
What could be holding him up? Brody was never late for anything.
Was he was worth it?
Years ago, maybe, when they were together as Prom King and Queen, but now?
Now, the stress of it all was taking its toll, and she was almost tempted to walk away, find something else to raise her status in the community.
Except nothing was more exalted than First Lady of Serendipity Island.
Delores pictured the glory days ahead.
Leading the Fourth of July parade.
Waving from the backseat of her spiffy only-for-special-occasions Mustang convertible, as regal as the Queen of England.
Once she was the Mayor’s wife, she could oust that old bat, Matilda, from the President of the Ladies Society. The only reason the realtor still claimed that spot was because the previous Mayor didn’t have a wife.
Brody—and the Mayor’s chair—were hers.
Nobody else could have them.
Her phone buzzed and she glanced at the screen to read the message.
At Olivia’s fixing the kitchen faucet. I’ll be there in ten .
Fifteen minutes later, she forced another smile and waved yet another—and another and another, which was really starting to piss her off—patron past, even though there wasn’t anything to smile about today because she was still stinging from the rejection last night. And now to top it all off, she had a headache starting behind her eyes.
She did not like headaches.
She did not like people who got in her way.
And she did not enjoy being shoved into the background, not even for Olivia, who she adored and would do anything for.
Brody needed to get his priorities straight. The man needed to understand that she was his priority.
Delores smoothed a wrinkle from the skirt of her dress and waved yet another person by. The knot of tension in her stomach erupted into a burp and she covered her mouth with one hand to hide her unladylike behavior.
A few days to the wedding. She’d left the cake as long as she could, but she had to order it today. She peered around the tall man in front of her at the display in the glass cabinet. There were single tier, double tier, and triple tier cakes to choose from, but she wanted something special. A cake to rival all other cakes—
A whisper to her right caught her attention.
“ Ten dollars on the Calhoun chit .”
“ No way. My bet is on the Peabody girl .”
“ Hold it a sec. I need to write this down .”
From the corner of her eye, Delores peered at the group huddled around the table in the center of the coffee shop area. There was old man Vaughan and his group from the seniors center.
She leaned forward and tapped the man in front of her on the shoulder, the charm bracelet tinkling sweetly. “Did you hear that? What are they talking
“And other things.” She gazed up into his eyes, hers clear and bright and filled with naughtiness. “It’s not. I’m not.”
“This could get complicated.”
“It doesn’t have to,” she whispered back.
But he knew better. Any involvement with this woman—any woman—would be deemed inappropriate.
The Judge would have his ass.
Matilda would have his balls…and her granddaughter.
And yet, against better judgement, Brody lowered his head and brushed his mouth against the softness of hers.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Delores stood in the coffee lineup, waiting her turn, tapping the pointy toe of her shoe against the tiles.
What was taking Brody so long?
She checked her watch for what had to be the hundredth time, then pulled her cell out of her bra and started typing on the small screen. Where are you? I’m at the coffee shop waiting. We need to get to town hall to sign those nomination papers .
“Hey lady, are you going to order or what?”
Glaring at the man who’d interrupted her, she shifted to the side, waved him past, then stepped back into line behind him and stared at the phone.
Counted off the seconds.
What could be holding him up? Brody was never late for anything.
Was he was worth it?
Years ago, maybe, when they were together as Prom King and Queen, but now?
Now, the stress of it all was taking its toll, and she was almost tempted to walk away, find something else to raise her status in the community.
Except nothing was more exalted than First Lady of Serendipity Island.
Delores pictured the glory days ahead.
Leading the Fourth of July parade.
Waving from the backseat of her spiffy only-for-special-occasions Mustang convertible, as regal as the Queen of England.
Once she was the Mayor’s wife, she could oust that old bat, Matilda, from the President of the Ladies Society. The only reason the realtor still claimed that spot was because the previous Mayor didn’t have a wife.
Brody—and the Mayor’s chair—were hers.
Nobody else could have them.
Her phone buzzed and she glanced at the screen to read the message.
At Olivia’s fixing the kitchen faucet. I’ll be there in ten .
Fifteen minutes later, she forced another smile and waved yet another—and another and another, which was really starting to piss her off—patron past, even though there wasn’t anything to smile about today because she was still stinging from the rejection last night. And now to top it all off, she had a headache starting behind her eyes.
She did not like headaches.
She did not like people who got in her way.
And she did not enjoy being shoved into the background, not even for Olivia, who she adored and would do anything for.
Brody needed to get his priorities straight. The man needed to understand that she was his priority.
Delores smoothed a wrinkle from the skirt of her dress and waved yet another person by. The knot of tension in her stomach erupted into a burp and she covered her mouth with one hand to hide her unladylike behavior.
A few days to the wedding. She’d left the cake as long as she could, but she had to order it today. She peered around the tall man in front of her at the display in the glass cabinet. There were single tier, double tier, and triple tier cakes to choose from, but she wanted something special. A cake to rival all other cakes—
A whisper to her right caught her attention.
“ Ten dollars on the Calhoun chit .”
“ No way. My bet is on the Peabody girl .”
“ Hold it a sec. I need to write this down .”
From the corner of her eye, Delores peered at the group huddled around the table in the center of the coffee shop area. There was old man Vaughan and his group from the seniors center.
She leaned forward and tapped the man in front of her on the shoulder, the charm bracelet tinkling sweetly. “Did you hear that? What are they talking
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