A Delicious Sinful Bite
Two men were on the porch, one older, silver at the temples, the other younger with the same dark hair as Nath.
“Pa! Sammy!” Nath called. “Got a stranded lady. Car died on 47.”
The older man, Job, stood, wiping his hands on a rag. He had kind eyes and a smile that crinkled deep. “Well now, welcome, miss. I’m Job Rivers. This is my youngest, Sammy. Come on in, cool off. We’ll sort your vehicle.”
Sammy grinned, dimples flashing. “Ma’am. Hope Nath didn’t scare you on that big beast of his.”