Living Well in New Hampshire
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by Susanna L. Hargreaves
Description: After a lifetime of tragedy and being a police officer for 13 years, Leslie Murphy always packs a gun. However, nothing makes her feel more at peace than being on her boat. This weekend she has invited the man who makes her eyes sparkle. Will the approaching storm ruin her chance at romance?
eBook Publisher: Solstice Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: July 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [13 KB]
Reading time: 4-6 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
The Marina at Harbour Place in Portsmouth was especially busy on this glorious summer day. Leslie Murphy climbed aboard the sailboat she proudly named Karma. She dropped her backpack and duffle bag inside the hatch and began her usual routine of meticulously checking every detail of her vessel. Feeling satisfied, Leslie stopped for a moment to study her surroundings. She took a deep breath and admired the sparkles of light reflecting off the water from the sun. Here is where she felt most at home. Leslie tied her long dirty-blonde hair back into a pony tail and then began getting the boat ready to sail. She took pride in being prepared for anything, and tonight was especially meaningful.
Just to be safe, Leslie always packed a gun. After being a cop for thirteen years in Nashua, she learned never to leave home without it. Anyone is capable of anything, her training supervisor had told her years ago, and he was right. Having come from her own dysfunctional family, Leslie knew what people were capable of and she was trying hard to create a healthy lifestyle. Leslie knew right from wrong, and she wanted to save people. She had tried and failed with her own family. Now, it was time to save herself from the past.
"The past is in the past," her counselor explained. Sometimes this statement was difficult to believe. However, on the water, everything could be left behind.
Now a seasoned detective on the crime scene unit, Leslie discreetly tucked the gun in the back of her belt and continued getting ready. She double checked her emergency back pack and cell phone. Everything is going to be perfect; she thought to herself and hoped. A picnic basket was packed with havarti dill cheese, sliced ham, French bread, crackers, various fruit and chocolate. She stocked the bar with sparkling water, orange juice, iced tea, a couple beers, and two bottles of merlot which she could not wait to open.
"Hi Leslie," a familiar voice greeted her. Peter was a fellow boat owner at the marina. His six year old daughter Shannon ran up to say hello. "Going out," he asked.