Amanda has been married twice. Both are dead. Another man wants to marry her but twice burn she's not excited about the idea.
Doesn't help that her father is the one that has arranged the marriage.
“Where do you plan on living? His house or yours?” Dee’s question was interrupted when the bell over the door sounded again. She glanced in that direction. Her jaw clenched. “Don’t look now, but I think you have more trouble headed your way.”
Amanda didn’t have to turn to see who’d come through the door. She knew by the loud rumble of the man’s voice. “Hey, neighbor.”
She balled her hands into fists. “Pickled herons, I could have gone all day without seeing that man and been happy.”
Her father greeted Dee from across the room. “Dee, my darling child, bring your dear grand pappy a pint.”
Dee smiled and walked to the bar, where a drink was already waiting for Seth Butterfield. The local bartender knew Seth’s likes. Amanda's father probably came into the café everyday.
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