Rules to Survive By by Dulcie Taylor
“You have three choices, Miss Duncan. Pay the taxes and fines, grow old in jail, or let Devin Deller take up residence in the house and use the clinic until you’re paid up. We’re all praying the Australian can handle you until then.” The judge’s face puckered into a sardonic smile. “My bet is he can.”
In Barren, Saskatchewan, everyone knew Cherish Duncan was no baby doll. She was a force of nature not meant to be trifled with and she hardly ever gave warning before she struck. That was how she kept people on their toes and out of her business, but buried deep, under the snarl and sarcasm, was a woman who longed for love, family and acceptance.
Devin Deller had an infuriating way of talking circles around her and his constant refusal to pronounce the ‘er’ in words irritated her like a mosquito bite, but he was handsome, dangerously charming, and wouldn’t take her crap. Cherish couldn’t help but fall for him, but for it to be real, she had to come clean about her past. Would he accept it as readily as her rank attitude or would he hate her like everyone else in Barren?
“You have three choices, Miss Duncan. Pay the taxes and fines, grow old in jail, or let Devin Deller take up residence in the house and use the clinic until you’re paid up. We’re all praying the Australian can handle you until then.” The judge’s face puckered into a sardonic smile. “My bet is he can.”
In Barren, Saskatchewan, everyone knew Cherish Duncan was no baby doll. She was a force of nature not meant to be trifled with and she hardly ever gave warning before she struck. That was how she kept people on their toes and out of her business, but buried deep, under the snarl and sarcasm, was a woman who longed for love, family and acceptance.
Devin Deller had an infuriating way of talking circles around her and his constant refusal to pronounce the ‘er’ in words irritated her like a mosquito bite, but he was handsome, dangerously charming, and wouldn’t take her crap. Cherish couldn’t help but fall for him, but for it to be real, she had to come clean about her past. Would he accept it as readily as her rank attitude or would he hate her like everyone else in Barren?
“You have three choices, Miss Duncan. Pay the taxes and fines, grow old in jail, or let Devin Deller take up residence in the house and use the clinic until you’re paid up. We’re all praying the Australian can handle you until then.” The judge’s face puckered into a sardonic smile. “My bet is he can.”
In Barren, Saskatchewan, everyone knew Cherish Duncan was no baby doll. She was a force of nature not meant to be trifled with and she hardly ever gave warning before she struck. That was how she kept people on their toes and out of her business, but buried deep, under the snarl and sarcasm, was a woman who longed for love, family and acceptance.
Devin Deller had an infuriating way of talking circles around her and his constant refusal to pronounce the ‘er’ in words irritated her like a mosquito bite, but he was handsome, dangerously charming, and wouldn’t take her crap. Cherish couldn’t help but fall for him, but for it to be real, she had to come clean about her past. Would he accept it as readily as her rank attitude or would he hate her like everyone else in Barren?
