Texas Grit

“Are you ready, sweet girl?” Carrie bent down and scratched her dog behind the ears. The eerie feeling of being watched crept over her, so she made kissing noises at Coco before scooting inside. She closed and locked the door behind them. Her purse hung off a chair in the eat-in kitchen, and she noticed crumbs on the floor underneath it. She’d mopped the floor before work, which meant that Coco must’ve dug into the garbage again.

She scooped them up. Odd. They had a distinct smell...like the ham-flavored training treats Carrie had stopped buying when the vet had said Coco was tipping the scale. Carrie thought she’d thrown them all out, but she must’ve forgotten a bag in her pantry. She glanced around, the eerie feeling returning. She thought about the pepper spray attached to her key ring on the credenza by the front door and decided to sleep with it next to the bed. The incident with Nash had really thrown her off-balance—that must be why she felt on pins and needles in her own home.

Coco followed on Carrie’s heels as she double-checked all the doors to make sure they were locked. She took a quick shower, ate a bowl of cereal and then climbed into bed. She’d always considered Cattle Barge a safe place to live in general, and especially after the horrors she’d endured when she was taken away. She’d never really thought about being a single woman living on her own and working long hours at the treat shop until now.

Between Brett, Nash and her unfriendly, keep-to-himself Jerk Face neighbor, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to look into having a security system installed. Coco provided some insurance against a surprise predator. She usually barked at strangers. But after Coco’s lackluster performance with the neighbor, Carrie decided her backup needed backup. Even so, with her dog curled up at the foot of the bed, warming her legs, Carrie felt a little safer. Unless someone tossed a piece of meat onto the floor, Carrie thought with an almost smile.

The next morning, she woke to the sound of Coco growling. Her dog was at the doorway to the bedroom, starting down the hallway. Carrie grabbed the small canister of pepper spray off the nightstand and threw the covers off.

Coco wasted no time darting toward the noise. Carrie couldn’t hear much of anything over the barking, but all she could think was so Jerk Face neighbor gets a free pass but the UPS guy is suspect?

It was the UPS guy, right?

She followed her dog to the front door, checking out the window for the brown van. To be fair, this was the same reaction Coco had to the postal worker and the guy who’d tried to deliver flowers once. Amazon delivered to her door, but she didn’t remember ordering anything online. Then again, she’d been busy, working extra hours since the festival, and sometimes she entered her home address when she meant to use the sweet shop’s.

Speaking of which, Nash should be packed up and out of town this morning. That was a relief. Too bad he couldn’t take Brett with him, she thought with another almost smile.

Coco was doing her mix of bark-howling, which had been so cute when she was a three-month-old pup. Not so much at a year.

There was no way Carrie was opening the door until she could confirm who was out there. She stroked her dog’s head, thinking Coco must’ve heard a squirrel. Wouldn’t be the first time this had happened. “It’s okay, girl.”

After double-checking and being perfectly satisfied nothing was going on, Carrie opened the door. A stuffed animal lay at her feet. She picked up the black-and-white orca whale. Brett.

She scanned the front yard. There were kids riding bikes around the cul-de-sac, and that was about it.

“Okay, puppy. Way to keep me safe from the neighborhood children. Let’s get back inside.” Brett was the only one who knew whales were her favorite. She checked her phone and found several texts from him. They’d be more apologies. More of him being frustrated that she wasn’t returning his calls. She’d deal with those and with him later. Now, she needed coffee.

Carrie walked by the trash can in the kitchen and tossed the awkward gift on top. Take a hint, buddy.

An hour later, she parked under a tree in the lot of the strip shopping center. The rain never came last night, so the air was still thick with humidity. She noticed the festival trucks were still there. Everything was packed up and looked ready to go across the street in the lot of Ventnor’s Park. Not another day of Nash, she thought with a groan. Going to the sheriff last night seemed like an even better idea this morning. A complaint was on record. If Nash irritated her, she had every intention of telling him she’d reported him.

The icy chill returned—it was becoming a little too familiar.

Focusing on her morning routine at the store kept her distracted. Carrie liked to be the first one in the shop. She could prepare the bank deposit and relock it inside the safe before anyone showed up for work. That way she could deal with money so her employees wouldn’t even have to know where it was kept. Protecting her employees was always at the top of her priority list.

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