Chasing Ava: A Bachelor of Shell Cove Novel (The Bachelors of Shell Cove) by Siera London Page B
Authors: Siera London
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the time encroachment. At the benediction, Ava pushed through the Sunday morning worshippers exiting the small red brick church in a full on sprint.
No corner of the historic church and the surrounding collection of administrative buildings were untouched by the sun’s rays. Beads of perspiration dotted her nose before she arrived at her Jeep. She didn’t have time to spare.
Ava had just placed the sliced pork loin on the dinner table when her parent’s red sedan passed her front room window. Aron’s SUV was next. She was about to return to the kitchen for the ice bucket when an all too familiar station wagon came to a stop in at her mailbox. Oh no, not today .
The dining table was the largest piece of furniture in Ava’s living area. The small two-bedroom, one and a half bath bungalow had a combination living/dining room area. Every seat at the table was occupied save for one.
“Ava, this meal is better than the last.” Don’t smirk at your elders.
This was her punishment for daring to put a Baptist choir on a time limit.
“ Thank you Deacon Hill. It was kind of you to drive Granny Lou over this afternoon.” Aron, her younger brother by eighteen months looked across the dinner table with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Granny Lou needed to cease and desist with these matchmaking attempts.
“No trouble, my dear. I’m a man who appreciates good food in the company of a beautiful lady.” It was obvious he loved inviting himself to other people’s houses. This was the third time in two months he had commandeered a meal by conveniently driving Granny Lou to Sunday dinner. He was a pleasant, yet persistent man. She wanted to scream, but she remained attentive to the conversation.
Ava pressed and released the flesh of her left forearm as her eyes threatened to drift yet again, to the ill-fitting Afro wig perched haphazardly on his baldhead.
“Another piece of cake before you leave, Deacon?” Ava rose from her chair moving into the kitchen.
“No. My dear girl, I’ve had my fill this afternoon.” He reared back in the chair, bringing his hands to rest on his huge belly. Ava closed her eyes in a failed attempt to destroy the mental image of the pregnant abdomen accompanying the man at her table.
“I’m glad you enjoyed the pork tenderloin. You should join Granny Lou for a home cooked meal at my parent’s house. She and my mother cook a larger variety of food on their Sundays.”
He seemed to consider the option before he spoke. “That’s nice to know, but your momma lives another twenty minutes from here. I prefer coming to your house.” This conversation wasn’t going in the right direction. The right direction meant him staying away from her family dinners. Maybe a different approach was the answer.
“My job schedule limits my availability to spend quality time with my family,” she placed the emphasis on my family in hopes he would catch on. “This will probably be my last season hosting a Sunday dinner for a while.”
“I’m sorry to hear that because what you provide keeps my body running with the precision of a well-oiled machine. Too much of the wrong food clots up my gears for days.” No, he did not go there!
She could hear Aron’s laughter above the Deacon’s comment. Aron and his wife Zari were newlyweds. He laughed a lot these days, even at his sister’s expense. The couple had met at the drug store where Aron worked as a pharmacist. Zari was a second grade school teacher at Shell Cove Primary. They made being in a relationship look easy. Ava liked Zari. She was happy for her brother. If only her experience with the opposite sex was as carefree.
“Don’t laugh Brother Aron. You never know when you’ll need a burst of power. You need the engine clear of debris for the best fuel efficiency,” the deacon chastised.
“Is that right?” Aron queried, egging the man on. She’d make him pay for that.
“Yes, indeed. I’ve lost
No corner of the historic church and the surrounding collection of administrative buildings were untouched by the sun’s rays. Beads of perspiration dotted her nose before she arrived at her Jeep. She didn’t have time to spare.
Ava had just placed the sliced pork loin on the dinner table when her parent’s red sedan passed her front room window. Aron’s SUV was next. She was about to return to the kitchen for the ice bucket when an all too familiar station wagon came to a stop in at her mailbox. Oh no, not today .
The dining table was the largest piece of furniture in Ava’s living area. The small two-bedroom, one and a half bath bungalow had a combination living/dining room area. Every seat at the table was occupied save for one.
“Ava, this meal is better than the last.” Don’t smirk at your elders.
This was her punishment for daring to put a Baptist choir on a time limit.
“ Thank you Deacon Hill. It was kind of you to drive Granny Lou over this afternoon.” Aron, her younger brother by eighteen months looked across the dinner table with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Granny Lou needed to cease and desist with these matchmaking attempts.
“No trouble, my dear. I’m a man who appreciates good food in the company of a beautiful lady.” It was obvious he loved inviting himself to other people’s houses. This was the third time in two months he had commandeered a meal by conveniently driving Granny Lou to Sunday dinner. He was a pleasant, yet persistent man. She wanted to scream, but she remained attentive to the conversation.
Ava pressed and released the flesh of her left forearm as her eyes threatened to drift yet again, to the ill-fitting Afro wig perched haphazardly on his baldhead.
“Another piece of cake before you leave, Deacon?” Ava rose from her chair moving into the kitchen.
“No. My dear girl, I’ve had my fill this afternoon.” He reared back in the chair, bringing his hands to rest on his huge belly. Ava closed her eyes in a failed attempt to destroy the mental image of the pregnant abdomen accompanying the man at her table.
“I’m glad you enjoyed the pork tenderloin. You should join Granny Lou for a home cooked meal at my parent’s house. She and my mother cook a larger variety of food on their Sundays.”
He seemed to consider the option before he spoke. “That’s nice to know, but your momma lives another twenty minutes from here. I prefer coming to your house.” This conversation wasn’t going in the right direction. The right direction meant him staying away from her family dinners. Maybe a different approach was the answer.
“My job schedule limits my availability to spend quality time with my family,” she placed the emphasis on my family in hopes he would catch on. “This will probably be my last season hosting a Sunday dinner for a while.”
“I’m sorry to hear that because what you provide keeps my body running with the precision of a well-oiled machine. Too much of the wrong food clots up my gears for days.” No, he did not go there!
She could hear Aron’s laughter above the Deacon’s comment. Aron and his wife Zari were newlyweds. He laughed a lot these days, even at his sister’s expense. The couple had met at the drug store where Aron worked as a pharmacist. Zari was a second grade school teacher at Shell Cove Primary. They made being in a relationship look easy. Ava liked Zari. She was happy for her brother. If only her experience with the opposite sex was as carefree.
“Don’t laugh Brother Aron. You never know when you’ll need a burst of power. You need the engine clear of debris for the best fuel efficiency,” the deacon chastised.
“Is that right?” Aron queried, egging the man on. She’d make him pay for that.
“Yes, indeed. I’ve lost
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