Baby Dreams And Wedding Schemes

“Oh, you don’t worry about me, Maudie. I’m not the one who needs a parasol. Actually, I’m quite strong. I don’t need a man to protect me from the elements.”

The woman looked like a cat, Sasha decided. A very contented cat as she curled her arm into the minister’s muscled black-robed arm.

“Oh, I just love having a big strong man around. It’s so refreshing to be taken care of.”

You and Scarlett O’Hara, Sasha thought, turning away. It was disgusting. She strode down the road, heading for home like a scared rabbit. Enough was enough!

She stripped the dress off in her bedroom and slid on a cool cotton romper that allowed the air to caress her heated skin.

“Bigger woman, indeed,” she muttered, assembling a sandwich for herself from the assortment of cold cuts and the garlicy dill pickles she loved. She was proud of her height and her well-endowed figure. She was!

Sasha refused to admit that she had donned the outfit in the hopes that a certain man and his son would stop by. She tried to remember all the confident, self-reliant messages she had learned while disengaging herself from a dependent relationship with Dwain.