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.Terminology PageThe culture in Utah is uniquely wonderful and funny at the same time.It’s made up of words, phrases and accents you won’t find anywhere else in the world.And the recipes are unparalleled for better or worse.Here’s a helpful guide to Utahisms found in this book.MoTabs- Nickname for the best choir in the land, The Mormon Tabernacle Choir.Ahwnry/Onry- We don’t say it any other way—if you bug us too much you’re likely to make us ornery.But don’t correct the accent or we’ll get really ahwnry.MLM- There are lots of these in Utah but a different kind are in my book.In my books, MLM is an acronym for the Mormon Ladies Mafia.DUP- Daughters of the Utah Pioneers.I’m proud of my pioneer heritage and the International DUP honors that heritage.Funeral Potatoes- Heaven on Earth, Ambrosia, a delicacy beyond compare.Shredded, sliced or chopped potatoes mixed with butter, cheese and other special ingredients and baked to bubbly perfection.Recipes for this and special Jell-O salad on my website!Snowbirds- Around these parts (Northern Utah and Idaho) retired folks travel south for the winter landing in Southern Utah and Arizona, most commonly.During the hot summer months, they leave the lower desert and return home.A Christmas ArrangementThe Flower Shop Mystery SeriesBook ThreeByAnnie AdamsA Christmas Arrangement © 2014 Annie AdamsBook Three in The Flower Shop Mystery SeriesAll rights reservedThe book contained herein constitutes a copyrighted work and may not be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, or stored in or introduced into an information storage and retrieval system in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of the copyright owner, except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews.Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.This book is a work of fiction.The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real.Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.Published by Annie AdamsCover Art © 2014 Kelli Ann Morgan / Inspire Creative ServicesFormatting by Bob Houston eBook FormattingCHAPTER ONE“Ex-husband, Randall,” I managed to say, pushing the words past the lump in my throat.The man who stood in Alex’s doorway turned his gaze toward me.Randall Swanson looked as dark and brooding as ever.The muscles in my abdomen tightened when he took a step over the threshold toward me.“Whoa, hold on there, ace,” Alex said, planting his palm squarely in the middle of The Ex’s chest.Randall didn’t seem to notice as he fixed his piercing blue eyes on me.I’d grown to fear the wrath behind those eyes while we were married.Old habits die hard.My tongue searched for moisture in order to form the words to tell him to leave, but there was none to be found.My name is Quincy McKay.I had just spent the night with my boyfriend, Alex, for the very first time.What better time for my ex-husband husband to show up, right? The night before had been nothing but a perfect dream, but now, standing on Alex’s doorstep was the actual, flesh and blood embodiment of my worst nightmare.“Quincy,” Alex’s calm voice brought me back into the room.“What’s going on here?”I shook my head, “I don’t kn—”“What’s going on is I came to fetch my wife.I finished all the classes and I’m better now,” The Ex said as he attempted to brush Alex’s hand away.He lurched forward.“I’ve come to take you home…” His eyes performed an appraisal beginning at my feet and ending at the point where my hand clutched together the two sides of Alex’s unbuttoned shirt.“Even though you look like a whore.”He was nose down in the rug and Alex was shaking out his hand before I could think of a response.Alex stepped over to me and gently clasped my shoulders.“You okay?”I realized my mouth hung open, so I closed it and nodded.Alex bent down to check on The Ex who moaned and held his head.“That was…so…” I looked down at the Ex, “…awesome.”“Looks like he’s down for a bit,” Alex said.He scowled.“I don’t know if that was the best way to handle the situation, but he deserved it.”“Knowing him, he’ll probably try to sue you.And yes, he totally deserved it.”“I’ll wait for him to come around while you get dressed.The three of us are going to have a little talk.”I kissed his cheek and went to the bedroom where I found a pair of his sweatpants and a long sleeved zip-up hoodie.I felt the need to cover every possible visible inch of my skin.My fingers shook as I slid the zipper.The bitter after-taste of adrenaline brought memories that had been pushed deep into the very back corner of my mind.I knew I was safe with Alex, but it wasn’t enough to stop the rush of emotions from the past as I recalled the ways The Ex had hurt me before.I walked down the hall and carefully peeked around the corner.The Ex sat on the couch in the living room.A white plastic bag hurtled through the air and landed on his lap.“There.Frozen peas.Put them on your face,” Alex called out from the dining area.He walked over and took my hand.“I’m here if you need me.” He gave my hand a squeeze then nodded at the couch opposite The Ex.I stalled, thinking of what to do next.I was in the same room with the cause of so much emotional and mental anguish, not to mention physical pain.I’d had nightmares since I’d left The Ex, but after each one, I would wake up relieved when I remembered that I’d left and would never see him again.Now he was here in the safest place I could be.I opened my mouth to protest but I looked into Alex’s warm, brown eyes and knew he was there for me.I took a deep breath, walked over and sat down on the couch."What are you doing here?" I said.My voice started out shaky but I compensated with an acid tone."I'm better now, Quincy.” I hated the sound of my name coming out of his mouth.“I took the classes and did all the stuff I had to so we could stay married, and I'm here to take you home." He looked at me now, with an unfamiliar sincerity.I squinched up my eyes while I tried to understand what he meant."What classes?""Anger management.They told me I had to take them so we could get back together.""Who is they? And we're never getting back together, Randall." I glanced up at Alex who leaned against the doorframe to the hall with his arms crossed.He gave me a reassuring nod."The people at the.it doesn’t matter." His voice quieted, almost to the point of not being audible."Did you go to a counselor?" I asked.He looked at the floor, then shrugged."I got in a fight with these two dudes at the truck stop and the judge said I had to go.But I learned about how to manage my—issues.I learned how to talk to people better—how to talk in an appropriate manner."He'd paid enough attention to learn some terminology in his classes—not the meaning of the lingo—but the fact that he took anger management classes was actually impressive for a guy like him."Randall, I think it's great you went to a counselor and learned how to manage your anger.But I’m not your wife.We're not married anymore.I signed the papers and turned them in.We're divorced.""No, we're not.I never signed the papers.We both had to sign them, and I didn't.You're still my wife.I did all of this stuff so you would come back.I didn't want to take all those classes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]