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MOVING VIOLATIONS

Written by

LORA LEIGH and VERONICA CHADWICK

Moving Violations

Chapter One

Jericho, Tennessee. The hick town still held so many bittersweet memories. Rebecca

Taylor had only visited once since she’d left and she wouldn’t be back now if Aunt Josie

hadn’t died. Rebecca frowned as she searched the cabinet for more plates. The house

was full of people. Some she knew from her childhood, some she didn’t know. Rebecca

had few memories of her father’s reclusive sister, but she knew she didn’t have friends.

She hardly ever left her house. Aunt Josie had been such a private woman. Rebecca

never expected this many people would attend her funeral, much less come by the

house to offer condolences.

She walked into the dining room and set the plates at the end of the highly polished

mahogany table, looking it over. Covered dishes, casseroles and cakes were plentiful

and there was one lone bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken. She couldn’t help but smile at

that. The doorbell rang and Rebecca sighed. At least maybe with all these people all the

food would be eaten. She’d hate to have to throw it away.

Rebecca made her way through the crowd occasionally nodding and saying,

“Thank you,” as folks laid sympathetic hands on her arm and whispered their

condolences.

Finally she reached the door, swung it open and looked up into the face of Jackson

Montgomery, her first love. It didn’t matter that he was ten years older than her. It

didn’t matter that he’d only seen her as a pesky little kid. Even when she was sixteen

and her dad brought her along that summer to check on Aunt Josie.

He had been a Marine then, home on leave, and she had fancied herself in love. Her

young body was blossoming and hormones were raging. She had flirted shamelessly

and he’d teased her as usual. Still, it had been a powerful crush and the memories of

those emotions had stayed with her through the years.

At the tender age of eleven her parents had yanked her roots and moved away from

her quiet country hometown to the cold, often cruel city of Detroit. She’d been torn away

from the only life she’d known, from friends she’d had since birth and grown up with,

people she cared about and who cared about her. It had been painful for her, but what

especially broke her young heart was leaving Jackson.

Now here he was again and that familiar tug low in her tummy was still there. He

looked amazing in his black slacks and dark gray dress shirt. He took off his black

Stetson and thick black hair fell across his forehead in spite of the good cut. There wasn’t

an inch of fat on that flat stomach. He had broader shoulders, leaner hips, and well-

formed thighs with new bulges in all the right places. Rebecca let her eyes travel to his

mouth and couldn’t help but admire the way his full, well-defined lips contrasted with

the hard planes and angles of his tan face.

Jackson had definitely changed; he’d gone from cute and sexy to hot and

dangerous! “Jackson,” she said with more composure than she felt. She mentally shook

herself and stepped back from the door.

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