Font Size:  

“I don’t exactly make it to church as often as I should to pay my tithe. I figure this might keep me in his good graces. Always nice to have a pastor on your side with the big guy.”

I’m not sure that’s how it works.

“I thought it was yours,” I say.

“It is. He didn’t have the time or money to put in to getting her to run, so he eventually signed the title over to me. I just never had time to tinker with her either.”

“He should have just had the barn moved to his land and kept his boat,” I muse.

Weston shrugs. “Ansley wanted the wood for her new café. I think he tore it down just for her and used needing the space as an excuse to do it because there was plenty of room for the new building on the other side of the church.”

“Ansley’s new café?” I ask.

“Yep, she’s opening up her own coffee shop in Market Square, where the old clock shop used to be. Mr. Kimbrell sold it and the apartment above it to her for a steal.”

I did notice a new coffee place was coming soon. It must have been hers.

“The clock shop closed?”

“Well, yeah, Mr. Kimbrell is, like, a hundred years old, and there aren’t many youngsters going into the clock-repair business today,” he replies.

That makes sense.

“I never knew Ansley wanted to be a coffee shop owner. Seems out of character. She was all about books and school. I thought she’d end up a kindergarten teacher or something,” I say.

He nods in agreement. “She did the library thing, but I guess she had bigger dreams. Although Mom says the café will be a bookstore, too, so she’s getting the best of both worlds. You should stop in there and say hello if you get a chance.”

“I don’t think she’d like that,” I say.

“What happened between you two is water under the bridge, man. Ancient history.”

“I ran into her yesterday, and she couldn’t get away from me fast enough,” I tell him.

He laughs. “I bet you’re not used to women running in the opposite direction, are you, superstar?”

I’m actually not.

“Ansley Humphries isn’t just any woman,” I state.

“No, she is not.”

“Did she ever get married?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. To be honest, she hasn’t dated that much that I know of. Doesn’t make any sense because she’s smoking hot, but she’s too classy for most of the bumpkins around here, I guess.”

“She’s got a bit of a wild side to her,” I say.

“You would know. But she doesn’t show that side of herself very often anymore. My buddy Kevin is wearing her down though. It’s only a matter of time.”

“Kevin who?”

“You know Kevin. He was on the summer league baseball team with me.”

“I don’t remember a Kevin.”

“Really? He lived with his mom in Virginia and only visited his dad, who runs the Midtown Motel, during the summers and holidays. He moved here full-time after high school, and now, he’s a sheriff’s deputy.”

“And he has a thing for Ansley?”

“A big thing.”

“Does she return his interest?”

He shrugs. “I’m not sure, but I overheard him talking to Taeli, and she thinks he has a chance.” He climbs aboard. “That’s enough gossip. Let’s get up the river.”

I shift us into reverse, and we set sail for the hemp farm.

I’m quiet as I absorb all the information I was able to pull out of him. Ansley went on to become a librarian and now a business owner. I’m proud of her and happy she is living her dreams. If she had stayed with me in Nashville, she probably would have spent her life helping me chase mine and never achieving any of her own. I’m shocked, however, that she is still single. Any man would be lucky to scoop her up.

I need to do a little recon on this Kevin guy to see if he is worthy of her.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like