8 August 2018:
Sorry I'm late posting today, but life has a habit of intervening, and... You know the rest.
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This week I have another excerpt from And The Cat Came Back, a contemporary gay romance. This story stars Foofuss, a very manipulative, matchmaking cat who’ll stop at nothing to fix what he’s decided needs fixing. This week’s excerpt continues on from the one I posted last week. Enjoy!
And The Cat Came Back
By Christiane France
Home renovator Seth Lawley is ready to settle down if the right man comes along, but he’s cautious. He believes he who hesitates saves himself a whole lot of heartbreak.
Grant Kenyon, on the other hand, is ready to take a chance. He figures anyone who hesitates when it comes to grabbing what he wants from life risks losing out.
Foofuss, Grant’s bossy, matchmaking Persian cat, has decided his master needs company and Seth is it...that’s if he can figure out the perfect plan to bring the two of them together.
He (Grant) gave a humorless laugh. “The way one usually finds these things out—pure accident. Most evenings, I go for a run along the path between the lake and the houses. One time, it was after the family with the two boys left but before the B&B guy arrived, I stopped for a breather.”
“And?” I prompted.
“And I overheard two guys talking. They were down by the water, not on the path, and it was dark. I wasn’t able to see enough to make even a wild guess as to who they were. They were talking very quietly, but something about the terrain or the water amplified the sound and I could hear every word they said, clear as crystal.” He hesitated, looking a little embarrassed. “I don’t usually eavesdrop on other people’s conversations, and I wouldn’t have done so in this case. To be honest, I was about to move on when I heard one of them say that getting Sweet Briar for next to nothing would be a snap. I’m afraid curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to stick around and see what else they said.”
“Did you recognize either of the voices?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Was any more said?”
Grant nodded, took another sip of his coffee and licked his lips. “He then went on to say all he had to do was convince everyone in Filton’s Corner the house was haunted. Once people started talking, word would spread and the next owner would get scared off fast. In fact, the faster he got the message, the better. By the time the property came back on the market again, he’d be all ready to make his move. But I guess you guys outbid him, and now he’s back again, giving it another try. Maybe he figures he’ll get the neighbors in enough of an uproar, you guys will throw in the towel and run for cover. Who knows?”
“Despite what they say in public, do you think anyone around here secretly believes the property really is haunted?”
He frowned, then shook his head. “I can’t be one hundred percent sure, but I doubt it. If they did and the bank found out, you’d think they’d have said something to you.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” I don’t know if failure to divulge the possibility of a paranormal presence is grounds to void a sale, but I doubt it. I also doubt the bank would have paid any attention to rumors about ghosts without something in the way of solid, indisputable proof. I guess it would have been fine if things had worked out the way this would-be purchaser wanted. But to what end? To my mind, it wasn’t only one of the stupidest ideas I’ve ever heard, I couldn’t imagine why anyone would risk being caught and arrested for public mischief, or whatever the charge would be in a case like that. “Did this genius happen to mention why he wanted to get the property cheap. Maybe tear it down and build condos?”
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