about the
product.
But
Granite, or any city nearby, had no openings for her in that profession, and
even after she got laid off and tried finding something in the city before she
moved into her grandmother’s place she hadn’t found anything. So here she was,
searching out any kind of employment now because she had no intentions of
leaving Granite.
She
got into her car and started the engine, but for a few moments just sat there
watching the life of Granite pass by. There were a lot of older residents in
the town, but this was a farming town that relied on that production to support
them. She looked down at the paper on her passenger side seat, saw the red
circled ad for the personal cook/cleaner, and knew that this was so not what
she wanted. But maybe the pay and schedule would be a dream, and then she could
focus on looking outside of Granite for something that fit her degree? She
could always commute, even if the nearest big city was over an hour away.
Grabbing
the steering wheel and clenching her hands on the leather, she rested her head
on the back of the seat and closed her eyes. She didn’t move, didn’t even
breathe for that matter, just thinking about where her life was now as opposed
to last year when she thought she had everything going for her. She now had
nothing, no family, no job, and was just trying to make it through each day as
she dealt with her emotions.
She
was supposed to be at Sterling Farms in an hour, and after she’d put the
address in her GPS on her cell, she saw it was half an hour away. Being early
was good, right? Either way, she’d either get the job, or not. If not then
she’d just worry about the next day, then the next, and so on. That was all she
could do.
Chapter
Eight
Pearl
pulled into the long dirt driveway, looked at the wooden and steel welded sign
above her that read “Sterling Farms”, and slowed. The farmhouse down the road
was big and rustic looking as well with a log cabin feel to it. She saw a large
red barn in the distance off to the side of the house, and behind the house she
saw two smaller homes.
She
increased her speed and went closer to the house. Once she was in front of it
she stopped beside of a rusty looking pick-up. The man she’d spoken to about
the job had sounded young. He’d said they needed help cooking and cleaning
since they were tending to the land and animals a lot of the time. Apparently
three brothers lived on this property. She didn’t know much about the ranch or the
Sterling brothers, and hadn’t really bothered or had time to ask around about
them. She was not sure who she’d ask anyway.
She
cut the engine and leaned forward to stare up at the log cabin style farmhouse.
There were lacy looking curtains hanging in the living room picture window.
Okay, so maybe there was a woman living in the house? But if that was the case
why would they need a housekeeper and cook? Maybe the woman was ill, pregnant?
There were a lot of things that crossed her mind, but none of that mattered
because she was here for a job, and that was all she needed to worry about.
She
grabbed her purse and the resume she’d printed out at the library earlier in
the day, climbed out of the car and headed up the porch steps. There was a wind
chime hanging from the wraparound porch overhang, and the wind blew by, kicking
the little metal tubes together and causing a melodic song to play. Pearl
stared at the rusted chimes, and lifted her gaze to the butterfly made out of
wire atop the piece. The crystals that weren’t missing on the butterfly’s wings
shone when the light caught them.
“You
must be Pearl?” The deep voice came from the doorway, and she turned her head
and stared through the screen. She couldn’t see very well through the dark
screen, but when the door opened she saw a stunningly handsome man standing in
the doorway, the same one she’d seen at the bar when she met Travis. Her heart
started pounding fast, hard. He came out of the house, took
product.
But
Granite, or any city nearby, had no openings for her in that profession, and
even after she got laid off and tried finding something in the city before she
moved into her grandmother’s place she hadn’t found anything. So here she was,
searching out any kind of employment now because she had no intentions of
leaving Granite.
She
got into her car and started the engine, but for a few moments just sat there
watching the life of Granite pass by. There were a lot of older residents in
the town, but this was a farming town that relied on that production to support
them. She looked down at the paper on her passenger side seat, saw the red
circled ad for the personal cook/cleaner, and knew that this was so not what
she wanted. But maybe the pay and schedule would be a dream, and then she could
focus on looking outside of Granite for something that fit her degree? She
could always commute, even if the nearest big city was over an hour away.
Grabbing
the steering wheel and clenching her hands on the leather, she rested her head
on the back of the seat and closed her eyes. She didn’t move, didn’t even
breathe for that matter, just thinking about where her life was now as opposed
to last year when she thought she had everything going for her. She now had
nothing, no family, no job, and was just trying to make it through each day as
she dealt with her emotions.
She
was supposed to be at Sterling Farms in an hour, and after she’d put the
address in her GPS on her cell, she saw it was half an hour away. Being early
was good, right? Either way, she’d either get the job, or not. If not then
she’d just worry about the next day, then the next, and so on. That was all she
could do.
Chapter
Eight
Pearl
pulled into the long dirt driveway, looked at the wooden and steel welded sign
above her that read “Sterling Farms”, and slowed. The farmhouse down the road
was big and rustic looking as well with a log cabin feel to it. She saw a large
red barn in the distance off to the side of the house, and behind the house she
saw two smaller homes.
She
increased her speed and went closer to the house. Once she was in front of it
she stopped beside of a rusty looking pick-up. The man she’d spoken to about
the job had sounded young. He’d said they needed help cooking and cleaning
since they were tending to the land and animals a lot of the time. Apparently
three brothers lived on this property. She didn’t know much about the ranch or the
Sterling brothers, and hadn’t really bothered or had time to ask around about
them. She was not sure who she’d ask anyway.
She
cut the engine and leaned forward to stare up at the log cabin style farmhouse.
There were lacy looking curtains hanging in the living room picture window.
Okay, so maybe there was a woman living in the house? But if that was the case
why would they need a housekeeper and cook? Maybe the woman was ill, pregnant?
There were a lot of things that crossed her mind, but none of that mattered
because she was here for a job, and that was all she needed to worry about.
She
grabbed her purse and the resume she’d printed out at the library earlier in
the day, climbed out of the car and headed up the porch steps. There was a wind
chime hanging from the wraparound porch overhang, and the wind blew by, kicking
the little metal tubes together and causing a melodic song to play. Pearl
stared at the rusted chimes, and lifted her gaze to the butterfly made out of
wire atop the piece. The crystals that weren’t missing on the butterfly’s wings
shone when the light caught them.
“You
must be Pearl?” The deep voice came from the doorway, and she turned her head
and stared through the screen. She couldn’t see very well through the dark
screen, but when the door opened she saw a stunningly handsome man standing in
the doorway, the same one she’d seen at the bar when she met Travis. Her heart
started pounding fast, hard. He came out of the house, took
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