I love posting quotes. This is from Chapter 8 of Red Stallions for Christmas:
Francine hopped up and rummaged through the box, coming up with two boxes of spare bulbs.
“Five dead? Hell, every time we took out the Christmas lights when the girls were little I swear we had ta buy all the lights new – one year we waited too long an there weren’t any lamps ta buy,” Ennis said, then flushed red with embarrassment. “Guess I should be talkin about them times.”
Ellery shrugged. “Don’t bother me none – after all, it’s all part a yer life together, right? Thank you Francine.”
“You can call me Francie,” she said, tossing her curls back.
“You look a whole lot like your Daddy, anyone ever tell you that?”
Francine blushed, nodding. “I take it that’s a good thing, if ya like my Daddy, huh?”
Ellery chuckled and patted her arm. “Don’t read too much into it Francine, his bein male got a lot ta do with the attraction.”
Francine giggled. Ellery picked up a box of bulbs and opened it, giving Ennis a look of mock severity. “Ennis I swear, your daughter is bein flirtatious with me.”
“Huh,” Ennis said. “Let me help you with them bulbs.”
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