A Husband of Her Own. Brenda Novak

business.”

      “And that’s what they did?”

      “That’s what they did.”

      “What kind of degree did Josh get?”

      “I think they both majored in animal husbandry.”

      Booker hooked an arm over the swing and scowled. “What the hell is that?”

      “It’s the degree most everyone around here gets,” Rebecca said. “Not that I know a whole lot about it. I went to massage school, realized I couldn’t make a living doing massage, at least in these parts, then went to beauty school. I’ve never seen the inside of a university.”

      “That makes two of us.”

      “Did you know Josh very well?” she asked.

      “No.” Rebecca couldn’t see for sure, but she thought Booker was frowning. His voice, when he spoke, confirmed it. “I’ve never much liked him, though,” he said.

      Rebecca laughed. “Neither have I. So what are you doing later? Want to head over to the Honky Tonk?”