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Sneak Peek: Chase
AN OPPOSITES ATTRACT ROMANCE
Chapter 1
Lou
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Velma Lou. Here we go again.”
At the mention of my name, I glance up from my drawing of the new kitchen layout I’ve been fretting about for days to my father, Kip. It’s not like him to use Jesus and Mary like that. I mean, the guy probably says six words a day and right there was his quota.
“What?”
I stare as his head slowly lifts from the small-town newspaper he’s reading, The Zodiac Hills Gazette, and turns until our eyes meet. “They’re making that goddamn show again.”
Well, sadly, that’s not enough information. He’s going to have to give me a bit more. “What show?”
“That show.”
Still not enough. “Dad. What show?” It hits me. “No.” I say it in a breathy, shocked way that tells him everything he needs to know. That I’ve figured it out. “Reruns?” I squeak.
Please say it’s only reruns. We’ve been through those before with only minor repercussions.
“Worse.”
“Worse than reruns?” What could be worse than reruns of the 1980s show, 1985 to be exact, that put my little town on the map and ruined a whole lot of lives. Well, not a whole lot. Several. It ruined several lives. Like mine and my dad’s.
A few people actually got lives thanks to that show, but that’s neither here nor there, because the show Dad is talking about, Love in Zodiac Hills, turned my little town of Zodiac Hills, Nebraska, upside down and sideways. Granted, I was a young when it first aired, but I know, firsthand, the impact it had on the people here.
“They’re re-making it. So it’s new.”
“Re-making it? Who’s doing that?” Please don’t say Netfilms, because that company is huge. So big that everyone has that particular streaming service.
“That Net thing you always watch on your computer.”
“Shit.”
Dad gives me his best scowl. He doesn’t care for my curse words even though he too cusses when it’s warranted. But “Do as I say, not as I do” is one of my father’s favorite sayings.
“Sorry,” I say with very little remorse.
“It says here, it’s coming out this April.”
I glance at the calendar. “Next month?”
“The fifteenth. They’re gonna call it Return to Zodiac Hills.”
“You read that in the paper?” The local paper.
