Audiobook Narration - Fiction - Light Romance
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US South)Transcript
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poppy scan the advertisements. Her heart sank. There were only two moose hello entries, both resort homes, renting in the thousands of dollars per month. A movement made her glance to her right, and she saw the man left the bar top to his side so that it propped against the wall, making room for Danny as she came back with empty plates, a klick and a strain of rap music, along with the sound of dishes clinging together marked her exit. Poppy reached for her phone again. Are you looking for a year lease longer? She heard the man asked. She glanced at him. He was wearing a threadbare plaid flannel shirt over a white T shirt, and a black cowboy hat sat upside down on the bar beside him. His eyes were deep green. Jeff had green eyes. She didn't want anything to do with green eyed men. No, I was hoping for a month to month. She took a sip of the beer. He shook his head. That's hard to find, except for some vacation rentals, but they rent by the week, and they're pricey. Regular landlords usually want a year lease. When do you plan on leaving. She didn't know him an answer that he was waiting so patiently for one. Did the men ever blink? I don't have a particular time. I'm finishing a thesis and I'll be defending it sometime early next semester. I guess it would be nice to have a place to stay for a couple of months. She thought about that for a moment. Driving North, she pictured this snow and silence of a remote place she could rent alone, judging by the prices of rental homes. A lot of people wanted that same thing, maybe through the holidays, she added. Although her heart was already letting go of the wish, Moose Hollow was a popular resort town. Maybe she'd drive to Idaho and stop in some well wooded old logging town someplace without a ski resort and resort prices. She took another sip of the beer and decided that was probably enough. She didn't need to feel any more light headed. After all, she was going to be on the road again. Soon the man nodded slowly, seeming to consider her words. She wondered if he knew about a place, and just as quickly as she had given up, she began to hope again. Fickle, she told herself. But she had to ask, Do you know someone who has a place for rent? His jaw shifted and she was sure he was chewing on the inside of his lower lip. Are you looking for a place in town? No. Yes, I want to be here. But maybe not right in the thick of things. She sounded silly and spoiled. I was hoping for someplace quiet, his eyebrows raised. What about the cows? What about cows? They make a lot of noise. She didn't follow what he was saying and wasn't in the mood to be condescended to. So she was grateful. When Danny came back through the narrow door with her salad, the man stood and she looked his way as he pulled on an oiled canvas rain slicker and donned his hat. He was tall, and the hat just made him taller. What was it about? Black hats? They were a world apart from the bent brim beat up straw hats, men war in Arizona, and so is the effect they gave. He took one step and then shifted awkwardly. She looked away and concentrated on unrolling her silverware. from the cloth napkin, but he stretched like a much older man. It's the getting up to get you right, Danny said, giving him a grin. Oh, darling, it's always been the fallen that gets me. He took a few steps and another step right up to where Poppy was seated. She froze. She caught the scent of something green and grassy and leather and something else like he'd been in a room with a Christmas candle. He leaned right over her shoulder so close she could feel the heat of his body through the damp denim of her jacket and T shirt. He placed his right elbow down on the bar, quick the pen in his hand, and wrote numbers across the top of the thrifty buyer. The back of his hand had a smear of something black and powdery across it. If you don't find a place, give me a call. I might have something open that it's going up for sale January 1st. If you don't buy it, you might be out of a place to live. Hey stood straight again, and she could feel cold seeping over her right shoulder before she could think of how to respond. He was heading toward the door. She resisted the urge to look his way, partly because her face had turned red again. She could feel it. She moved some lettuce around on her plate. The door opened shut, and she waited a moment before finally looking behind her. At that moment, he turned to look through the window, grinned and touched his hat with his fingertips, a tip of the hat. Who did he think He waas a movie star, Her cheeks in full bloom now were burning. She turned back to find Danny looking out the same window. Well then, she said.