![]() “Screw you over? That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think? What’s he done? He’s been making his payments. ![]() The smell of acrylic intensified as Genevieve opened a bottle of topcoat. “Of course I’m mad at Kyle! He thinks he can screw me over whenever he wants.” Anyway, you should go to the Midwest if you want to see a real redneck. “Unless you’re talking about timber country farther north. There aren’t many rednecks,” she said with a laugh that only irritated Noelle further. “That I’ll never get my lucky break living with all these backwoods rednecks?” “What’s to appreciate?” Noelle wiped a red smear from the side of her big toe. ![]() As soon as my mother moved here, I knew I wanted to come, too.” She added a slight shrug. ![]() “A town can’t get any cuter than this one. Noelle couldn’t stand the little monster. Only two, he got into everything or threw a tantrum if he was refused. “Because you just moved here last year, so it’s new-and you have more freedom now that your mother’s helping you raise Tommy.” He was at Genevieve’s mother’s house right now, thank God. ![]() Forehead puckered in concentration, Genevieve kept her head bowed over her knees so she wouldn’t make a mistake. ![]()
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