Bodyguard's Return

She'd never meant to make Cotter Creek, Oklahoma, her home. Savannah Marie Clarion had been on her way to nowhere when the transmission in her car had decided to go wonky. She'd managed to pull it into Mechanic's Mansion on Main Street before it had died completely. She'd taken one look around the dusty small town and had decided Cotter Creek sure felt like nowhere to her. That had been three months ago. She now hurried down Main Street toward the Sunny Side Up Cafeacute; where she was meeting Meredith West for lunch. After that she had an interview to conduct for her job as a reporter for theCotter Creek Chronicle,the daily newspaper. "Good morning, Mr. Rhenquist." She smiled at the old man who sat in a chair in front of the barber-shop. His deeply weathered face looked like the cracked Oklahoma earth as he scowled at her. "Somebody eat the bottom of your britches?" he asked. She flashed him a bright smile. "It's the latest style, Mr. Rhenquist. They're cropped short on purpose." "Looks silly to me," he replied. "No place for fashion in Cotter Creek." "If they ever ban grouchy old farts from Cotter Creek, you'd better pack your bags," she retorted. She instantly bit her lower lip and hurried on, trying not to feel self-conscious in the short gray pants, sleek black boots and pink sweater that clashed cheerfully with her bright red curly hair. She could almost hear her mother's voice ringing in her ears as she hurried toward the cafeacute;. "You're brash, Savannah Marie. You're outspoken and it's quite unbecoming." She stuffed her mother's voice in the mental box where she kept all the unpleasantness of her life as she entered the Sunny Side Up Cafeacute;. She was greeted by the lingering breakfast scents of fried bacon and strong coffee now being overwhelmed by burgers and onions and the lunchtime fare. Immediately she spied Meredith at a booth near the back of the busy cafeacute;. At the sight of her friend, Savannah couldn't help the smile that curved her lips. Meredith West had been one of the first people Savannah had met when she'd settled into the upstairs of a house owned by Ms. Winnie Halifax. Meredith had been visiting the sweet old lady when Savannah had been moving in. On the surface Savannah and Meredith couldn't be more different. Meredith always looked like she'd dressed in the dark, pulling on whatever her hands managed to land on while still half-asleep. On the other hand, Savannah had been breast-fed fashion sense by a superficial mother who had believed physical beauty was the second most important thing to being rich. "Don't you look spiffy," Meredith said as Savannah slid into the booth opposite her. "Thanks. Rhenquist just asked me what happened to the bottom of my britches." Meredith's full lips curved into a smile. "Rhenquist is an old boob." A young waitress appeared at their table to take their order, interrupting their conversation momentarily. "So, what's up with you?" Savannah asked when the waitress had left their booth. "Are you off on another adventure?" Meredith worked for the family business, Wild West Protective Services. Savannah had been intrigued when she'd learned her new friend worked as a bodyguard. "And when are you going to let me interview you for my column?" "No, and never," Meredith replied. "I've decided to take some time off." She leaned forward, her green eyes sparkling. "My brother, Joshua is coming home. He should be here sometime today or tomorrow." "You have too many brothers. Which one is Joshua?" "The baby. He's been in New York for the past year and a half and we've all missed him desperately." Her affection for her younger sibling was obvious in her voice. "Is this a visit?" "No, he's decided to move back here. He says he's had enough of the big city. He'd probably love for you to interview him. Joshua has never shied away from attention." "I'll kCassidy, Carla is the author of 'Bodyguard's Return ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373275175 and ISBN 037327517X.