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Tennessee from North Carolina from Mississippi. I’d worked in corporate sales for several years 0 for a pet food manufacturer, and while there were ! parts of the ob I loved, the absolute worst was constantly being on the road away from home. It had ! seemed like a good idea to take the ob right after , college, especially since it was the only offer I’d received. I found it ironic that I couldn’t have cats of ! my own until I quit my ob selling pet food.

Bradford said, “I’m sorry, Jennifer, but it’s too much to ask for what was most likely a prank.”

“So you’re not even going to try?” A part of me I knew I was being unreasonable, but I couldn’t help ; myself. Bradford was my big brother. It was his ob to take care of things like this.

“Here’s what I can do. I’ll go back to the office and let Jody and Jim and Wayne know what’s going on. They can keep their eyes open tonight, and if anything remotely comes in about this, I’ll let you know. I’m sorry, Jennifer, but it’s the best I can do.” I

I reached up and patted my brother’s cheek. “I guess I’m the one who should be apologizing. I know I’m acting kind of flaky, but it really shook me up.” “I understand completely,” he said. “There’s really nothing we can do, is there? I just feel so helpless.”

“That’s the story of my life, kiddo. I help when I can, and hope it’s enough to make a difference.”

After he was gone, I toyed with the idea of keeping the shop open past my posted business hours, but I’d learned from Sara Lynn that it would be a mistake. I

was going to be at the Three Cs enough as it was without adding more time to my work schedule. I decided to straighten up and then leave for home. When the telephone rang again, I nearly dropped an expensive pair of specialty scissors I’d just gotten in. My hand hesitated before I picked it up, but I couldn’t allow myself to cringe every time the telephone rang. Taking a deep breath, I answered, hoping it was someone ready to place a huge order for specialty card stock.

“Custom Card Creations, this is Jennifer speaking. How may I help you?”

The caller hung up before I could get the word “you” out of my mouth. I swear, people have gotten so rude lately. No one ever says “excuse me” after a wrong number anymore, clerks and cashiers say “no problem” instead of “thank you,” and driving is getting riskier every day. I realized I was tired, and when I’m tired, I’m cranky. Throw in the fact that I was hungry, too, and I decided the only place I needed to be was home in my apartment. I had my key in the dead bolt outside when a familiar husky voice spoke my name behind me.

I’d been hoping to avoid dealing with Greg Langston, but that was one wish that wasn’t going to come true.

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A Flicker of Doubt (Book 4 in the Candlemaking Mysteries)