Breadwinners Novels & Stories

Here was a female anchor for local TV news; there a player from the Bruins with a date so stunning she could have been the celebrity. Some of the guests congratulated Rebecca on her brothers’ recent interview— either because they assumed it was smart promotion, or because they admired her courage in raising the twins alone. She accepted the slightly discomfiting compliments with the best grace she could. Mercifully, they were infrequent. Rebecca bought the “Best New Wines” issue every year, but at more than ten bucks a pop, the subscription base for Bad Boys Magazine wasn’t huge. She expected this was deliberate. Neither Zane nor Trey was afraid of appearing exclusive. Then again, who was sh

the woman answered. “I see,” Blake said, trying to not sound annoyed. “I’m Rebecca.” She had brown poufy like hair. She had a few strands of white, but not much. “And this big strapping man here is Horace, my husband. We’re the innkeepers.” Horace had dark blond hair. Like his wife, he had a few strands of white. “Let me guess? You’re Blake Dandridge,” Rebecca said. “Yes and no. Please call me Brian.”

"Have you forgotten that I am only here to help your son? It's not like I am here on my own will, or am I? I came here willingly to help your son, and—" "Shut it." Brenda cut in. "Just shut it, Hailey. You came here to help our son? Did you do it for free? Did we not pay you?! Did we not pay you through the person that brought you? Or was he not the one that said he knew somebody that could do it if we paid him a good sum of money?!" "What… what are you talking about?" I solemnly asked. I could not believe my ears. Did Duncan lie to me that this was about keeping his job? He was paid? He used and lied to me?