Random Fire by Jannifer Hoffman
Women took one look at him, fell in love instantly,
discovered where and how he lived and wanted to marry him. Shit.
He’d come to the conclusion he needed to scruff up a little, get
rid of the pretty boy look and not reveal his lawyer status.
Hence he’d decided to quit shaving, cover his face
with hair. Not that he intended to go out picking up women, but
he needed to get his attitude in order.
Hoping to do just that, he looked around, taking
in the tree hugged shoreline. In winter and early spring you
could see the lake homes that surrounded the lake, but by the
time the leaves had filled out, most of the houses would be
hidden and all you could see were the docks stretching out like
Adding to the charm of the lake was an old-time,
single-lane covered bridge leading to the island where he lived.
He’d seen boys of every age, bass fishing on either side of the
bridge where small landings extended over the narrow channel.
Often they played down below, catching frogs or doing whatever
it was kids did when they were free to roam on their own.
He had to admit he loved this time of year when
the trees were sprouting new leaves, the lilac were budding,
getting ready to bloom, and the air smelled like hamburgers on
the grill. It wasn’t just the scenery and clean air he
appreciated, he was beginning to enjoy this country living where
the nearest town was ten miles away and it was so small you
could walk from one end of it to the other without breaking a
The people were friendly, readily waving even
though they didn’t have a clue who you were and children played
on the sidewalks, and weren’t afraid to smile at a stranger.
Nothing here resembled the hubbub of New York City where parents
clutched onto their youngsters like every single man was a
pervert ready to grab them.