Divine Courier – Society columnist David Armstrong Interviews Divine Heroines…Part 1
Despite the chill in the air, David Armstrong broke into a sweat as his pickup truck rolled to a dead stop on the shoulder of FM 709, headed out of Divine. He was already ten miles out of town and at least five miles from the last sign of civilization. He took his phone out and groaned as he pulled up Grace Warner’s phone number. He didn’t have time to wait for a tow and still make his interview. His boss was going to kill him if he ditched this big interview even if that was his fondest wish. He hit the hazard lights button for his flashers as the call connected.
“Hi David, almost all of us are here, just waiting on Lily.”
“Grace, I’m sorry but I have a problem. I’m broke down on the side of the road about five miles from the Rockin’ C. It looks like—”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” She spoke briefly to someone in the background.
“It looks like I’m going to have to can—”
“Charity is on her way to pick you up. She’s already out the door and should be there in about five minutes. One of us can take you back into town after we’re done. Sound okay?”
Crap. So much for my grand escape from an interview with fourteen women. What am I thinking? They’re fourteen beautiful women. “That’ll be just fine.” Married women. Trepidation returned.
If Grace and her crew were anything like Heather Rainier he knew he was going to be blushing and stammering like some bespectacled Clark Kent wannabe. That thought alone made him tug at his shirt collar. It was times like this that he cursed his red-haired ancestry. He blushed like a virgin in a biker bar anytime he got around one of those ladies, much less all fourteen of them.
He had the truck hood open and the tow truck already called with directions for where to take the vehicle when he detected the low rumble of an engine approaching behind him on the highway. He heaved a sigh as he checked his watch and tugged at the collar on his dress shirt again. He had a job to do.
He stood to his full height and his stomach did a bungee jump as a Harley Davidson motorcycle driven by a curvaceous woman came into view. She grinned as she rolled to a stop and he schooled his expression.
She revved the bike and called out, “Hi, I’m Charity Connors. I’m your ride, Mr. Armstrong. Climb on board.”
Find out next time whether David got answers to all his questions. Did the heroines grill him instead? Did Grace use the interview as an excuse to matchmake? Did Charity pop at least one wheelie before they got to the ranch? these and many more questions will be answered next time, in Divine, Texas.
Happy Thanksgiving from Divine, Texas, The Divine Creek Ranch, and the Rainier family. We wish you a safe and stress-free holiday!