Fat Chances

  “Do you think Tommy will take me back?” she asked with a small gleam in her blood shot eyes.

  “Now, what do you think?” I teased, rolling my eyes at her. She laughed and I could hear her mother laughing, too. I stood up from the couch and pulled the fleece blanket off her lap. I held out my hands for her to grab so I could pull her off the couch. She stood up slowly and hugged me.

  “Now, you go call Tommy while I go take care of a few things of my own,” I ordered, smiling, then gave her another bear hug.

  “Does this have to do with that hunky guy named Cory?” Nat asked then snickered.

  My eyes grew wide with shock. “How did you know?” I asked, amazed.

  “Your lovely sister is telling everyone that you stole her boyfriend,” she replied with a giggle.

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Of course,” I said, then Nat walked me to the door and watched me walk to my truck.

  ***

  I pulled behind Cory’s Mustang and walked slowly up the driveway toward the front porch. I never really got a good look at his house before, considering that it was night time. I stood back and stared at his ranch style house. The siding was tan, trimmed with dark green shudders. It looked simple, yet cozy. I quietly walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell and Annie barked on the other side of the door. I chuckled under my breath, then took a deep breath and slowly blew it out as I waited for Cory to answer the door.

  The door swung open and Cory was bent over, holding Annie by her collar as she tried to jump on me. “Annie!” he said, smiling widely. And at that moment, I knew I was home.

  Acknowledgments

  First, I would like to thank my publisher, Theresa Oliver for welcoming me with open arms. She made this whole editing process a wonderful experience. I am looking forward to working with Write More Publications in the future. I would also like to thank my family, friends and fans for supporting me through this wondrous journey. Without your love and support, who knows what path I would have taken.

  Thank you!!

  About the Author

  J.S. Wilsoncroft

  J.S. Wilsoncroft was born and raised in the small town of Curwensville, Pennsylvania. Her mother and father taught her to be strong and never give up on her dreams, even though as a teenager she wasn’t sure what those dreams were. It wasn’t until she was older that she decided she wanted some kind of job working with animals. So, at the age of 23, she got her dog grooming license and has been grooming puppies ever since. It wasn’t until five years ago that she started writing. She woke up one morning with this story on her mind and as the day grew on, so did the story. She finally decided to sit down at her computer and started typing. That’s when her first book, Rollercoaster Love was born. After that, writing stories came to her as easy as grooming dogs. Now, J.S. Wilsoncroft has her hands full being a wife, mother of two children, and three yappy dogs, full-time dog groomer, and as a part time writer.