For A Good Time Call by Trish Jensen

Book Preface

“And I-I-I-I-I will always love you-u-u—”

Sherry Spencer’s mouth snapped shut when her doorbell rang, startling her into silence. She turned down her radio, then quickly waved a hand over the nail polish drying on bare toes, before hobbling to the door and opening it. She sure hoped she hadn’t been singing so loudly that . . . By the horrified expression on Timmy Walton’s face, she had her answer. He’d heard her.

Life wasn’t fair. God had bestowed upon her a love of music, a gift for writing catchy jingles, and a set of vocal cords that could warp sheetrock. With a sigh, Sherry managed a rueful smile. “Hey, Timmy.”

“More candy for you,” the young delivery boy from Stella’s Sweets said. “Didja land another big account, Ms. Spencer?”

“You can call me Sherry, Timmy,” she said, taking the box from him. “And yep, the Dippity Diaper account is officially mine.” Her mouth watered at the heavenly scent of the rich, dark confections. Gosh, she adored her boss, who knew too well her . . . healthy respect for chocolate. Who needed a personal life when there was chocolate in the world?

Timmy grinned. “Stella says you don’t look old enough to be in high school, much less be an advertising bigwig.”

Not unused to such observations—in fact, sick to death of such observations—Sherry swallowed a retort. After all, Stella and her shop were a godsend. Resisting the urge to rip open the box and gobble one or two sweets right there, she said, “Hold on,” then hip-hopped to her coffee table and purse.

“Dang, all I have is a fifty, Timmy.”