This is a snippet from my new book, “Honeysuckle for Honey,” which takes place in 1896 and Dannville, Colorado. This takes up where last week’s snippet ended when the heroine, Honey, runs into the hero, saloon owner Wes Galloway. This is from Wes’s POV. I think I’m a little over the sentence limit, but this seemed like a good place to stop. Any comments are appreciated.
I help her pick up the white wicker picnic basket and supplies she’d obviously bought at the store. “I think I’m all right,” she says. “I didn’t see you, that’s all.”
“So you’re making a picnic basket for the auction?” Every year, Dannville has a basket auction where the ladies prepare picnic lunches and the men bid on them and spend the day with the lady whose basket they buy.
“That’s all everyone in town is talking about so I suppose I am.”
“I haven’t seen you around here.”
“I just moved here from Ohio and I’m working for Dr. Huntsberger. I’m a doctor, too, and he hired me to help with his patients, but he likes to do everything himself.”
“Well, I guess I won’t be one of your patients.”
“Why not? Don’t you think a woman can be a doctor?”
“It’s not that. It’s just that I never get sick.”
“Well, that’s good. Dr. Huntsberger thinks he knows everything. He probably wouldn’t mind if I delivered babies because that’s womans’ work. I don’t know how much real doctoring I’ll get to do. Oh, I’m sorry. First I run into you and now I’m probably boring you with my complaints.”
“You’re not boring me at all, honey.”
She takes a step back. “How did you know my name?”
“My name’s Honey Cartwright. How did you know my name was Honey?”
I can’t resist smiling at her. “I didn’t. I call all the ladies honey. And I’m Wes. Wes Galloway.”