A Husband of Her Own. Brenda Novak

that. It was the whole reason she’d taken the precaution of inviting her. But Rebecca had discovered that she didn’t want to be grounded at this particular moment. Not when she was telling the whole world to go to hell.

      “He’s okay, I guess,” Booker said. “Delaney’s still hot. Too bad she’s married.”

      “Sometimes I think so, too,” Rebecca admitted. “I’m happy for her, but I miss having someone to live with. And now that my lease is up, I’m going to have to move into a new house alone, if I can find one. There aren’t a lot of rentals in Dundee.”

      “Don’t move into a house alone,” he said. “Come out to Granny’s and live with us.”

      Rebecca pulled back to see his face. “What? I can’t do that.”

      “Why not? There’s plenty of room and Granny would love it because she’d have another pair of hands she could put to work.”

      “Doing what?”

      “Weeding the garden, washing her old Buick, making a meal or two.”

      “I wouldn’t mind helping,” Rebecca said. “I think it’d be fun to be around people again. It’s been me and my phone for the past five months.”

      “I’ll talk to Granny and give you a call.”

      “Great.” Rebecca smiled at finding a possible solution. The Hatfield place seemed like the perfect stopgap. Maybe her luck had changed.