didn’t exactly abandon me,” Gwen said soothingly. “It was more of a mutual agreement.”
“He’s still a yellow dog,” Oggie grumbled, reclaiming his chair. “If you were my daughter, I’d get out my shotgun and there’d be a wedding!”
Gwen didn’t believe for a second that Oggie had ever owned a gun of any type. But she appreciated his protectiveness, even if it was misplaced.
Further conversation about her unwedded state was halted by a god-awful noise on Main Street. Everyone looked to see a huge U-Haul truck approaching.
“What in the world…?” Irene asked.
When the truck turned onto Lottery Lane and passed right in front of Gwen’s house, she thought the driver looked familiar. A troubling suspicion began to build in her mind, especially when the truck stopped and backed into the driveway of the Carter place next door—the one Mary Kay had just sold.
“You have a new neighbor?” Olivia asked Gwen.
“It appears so. I’ll go…welcome him.” Better to face him privately than give the town, not to mention the ever-curious reporters, another bit of fodder for the grapevine.
Gwen walked as fast as she could in her present condition. The truck’s driver opened his door and descended.
“Howdy, neighbor!” Eli said with a broad grin. “Are you the welcome wagon?”
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