Shaun and Jon

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SHAUN AND JON
     
    Big Sky
County, 4
     
    Vanessa Devereaux
     
    Copyright © 2015
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
    Grantsville, Big
Sky County-Present Day
    “You
probably know every single one of Grantsville’s secrets from the past,” said
Jennifer, sitting on the rocking chair on
Mrs. Hunt’s front porch.
    “Yes,
I probably do,” said Mrs. Hunt. Ninety-five years old, but still as sharp as
anyone half her age. Fifth generation Montana resident and great-granddaughter of one of Big Sky County’s
most well-known ranchers. The old lady picked up her glass of iced tea and gave
it a stir to dislodge some of the sugar that had settled at the bottom. “Some
tales aren’t for the faint-hearted and best left a secret.”
    Yeah,
sharp as a tack and probably guessed why Jennifer was feeding her tea and
cookies. She wanted that job, had to get the scoop, and she’d do anything to
land it. Well, with the exception of sleeping with the editor in chief. That’s
where she drew the line and hence her desperation in trying to pry information
out of the county’s leading historian.
    “Really?”
asked Jennifer.
    Mrs.
Hunt nodded. “Grantville had its fair share of houses of ill repute during the
height of its copper mining days.”
    That
wasn’t the first time that Jennifer had heard that. In fact, a few residents
claimed to be descendants of a few of those ladies of the night, but that
wasn’t anything new. Jennifer needed an angle, dirt…anything.
    Jennifer
took a sip of her own tea before glancing
at her watch. She’d already spent two hours with Mrs. Hunt hoping to find
something, just one tiny skeleton in the closet she could use as a story for
her upcoming series in Big Sky County Magazine which would focus on the past of
all the candidates that were running for sheriff, the school board, and
district attorney. So far, nothing meaty
that she could sink her teeth into.
    Mrs.
Hunt leaned back on her chair, making it squeak. “Yeah, lots of stories most
people want forgotten .”
    Jennifer
looked across the table at her. Now she was intrigued even more. She could
spare another thirty minutes or so if Mrs. Hunt was willing to spill the beans.
    “Any
resident have any skeletons in the closet?” asked Jennifer, pouring Mrs. Hunt
another glass of the sweet brew. Jennifer had never been one for diplomacy, and
the main reason she was a damn good reporter. Although according to her mother,
the reason she couldn’t hold on to a man long enough for him to think about
settling down with her.
    “ Indeedy yes. Some folks have so many skeletons rattling
around in the cupboard they haven’t room for even a pair of pants.”
    Jennifer
laughed.
    “We’ve
had our share of outlaws of course. But I think our biggest one might be the
Nolan-Delaney one.”
    “Nolan-Delaney?
You mean as in Connor Nolan-Delaney who’s running for sheriff and his sister
who opened the…”
    “Sex
shop. Yes, those Nolan- Delaneys .
Most people think it’s some upper crust, double hyphened name, but I’ve read
the journal. I know how that came about.” Mrs. Hunt took another sip of tea and
tapped her fingers on the table.
    Connor
Nolan-Delaney, just thinking about him made her panties wet.
    “Connor’s
one of Grantsville’s most eligible bachelors,” said Jennifer, wanting to know
more and hoping Mrs. Hunt would take the bait.
    “Oh
yes, he is. Fine looking man. All of the Nolan- Delaneys are blessed in that department.”
    “So
his family was involved in some sort of scandal?”
    “I’m
not too old to know that you’re trying to lure me into telling all. The topping
up of the tea and yes, I will have another one of those cookies you brought
along with you.”
    Jennifer
slid the plate of peanut butter cookies across the table.
    “I’m
not sure if Connor or his parents, or even his grandparents know about it.”
    “Is
it really bad?”
    “Depends
on what you consider bad. I’m not a prude by any means, but some are.”
    Prude.
It had

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