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“Foster, are you posing for my calendar this year?” Rita wanted to know. “I got all four Garner brothers signed on.”
“Yeah, I’ll do it.”
“You should have Delaney help you,” Hannah suggested. “I bet she’s done all kinds of model photo shoots.”
“I’d be happy to help.” She had seen last year’s calendar and it was a hoot. A lot of beefcake in this small town, but Glory Junction attracted world-class athletes, so she wasn’t surprised. “It’s to raise money for the volunteer fire department, right?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Rita said. “I shoot it myself.”
The calendar definitely had an amateurish, goofy feel to it, but that was part of the charm.
“Are you planning to live here full time, Delaney?” Carrie Jo asked, and again all eyes turned to her.
“For a few months.” As soon as she figured out what she was doing, she’d return to LA, buy a condo in Santa Monica or Venice, and find new office space. Her shoe and accessory designers were temporarily in the warehouse she’d won in the divorce in downtown LA’s garment district. Since it was no longer filled with clothes, there was plenty of studio space.
“Are you and Colt still fighting over parking?” Deb asked.
It appeared that everyone in Glory Junction knew about her and Colt’s disagreement, which was embarrassing, to say the least.
“We’ve worked it out,” she said.
“Don’t let him jerk you around,” Carrie Jo said. “The man can be stubborn and pushy.”
Delaney couldn’t help herself, and asked, “Are you two a couple?”
“Colt and me?” Carrie Jo hooted. “Eww, no. That would be like incest.”
Delaney felt herself breathe. She didn’t know why she was relieved, but she was.
After book club she drove the short distance home, turned up the drive and, of course, Colt’s stupid cruiser sat in her space. She could’ve sworn that the police car mocked her—neener, neener, neener—as she gingerly took the sharp grade up to the garage.
