Choosing the right dress was proving to be harder than Mattie thought. After looking at clothes from several different shelves, she came to the conclusion that all were pretty much alike—drab. Despite her promise to find something plain, these were just too plain for her taste. Finally, she discovered a slightly different frock at the bottom of one of the many stacks. She was holding it up to her chest to judge the fit when she felt a presence behind her.
“You’re about the prettiest thing I’ve seen since Grant took Richmond,” a deep voice said. Mattie turned to face the biggest man she had ever seen. He was well over six feet tall and so wide she couldn’t see around him. “I beg your pardon,” she said.
“No need to beg, darlin’,” he said with a smile that revealed two broken teeth and breath that would melt a cast iron pan.
“I’m right here and all yours.”
“I’m not interested,” Mattie declared and tried to push past him, but the huge man was blocking all exits. “Get out of my way.”
“I’m afraid not, sweetie,” he said as he loomed over her. “My name is Jack Logan. And when Jack Logan sees something he wants, he usually gets it.”
“Not this time, friend.” Mattie heard Red’s voice behind Logan; her heart beat faster. “The lady’s with me.”
Richard Jones (Author)
Devon Towry (Editor)
Dawné Dominique (Other)