From Friends to Sweethearts
Minnie Foxâs goal is to find a beau who can help support her ailing father and his struggling dress shop. As a working man, her friend Peter Simmons simply doesnât fit the bill. Instead, Minnieâs got eyes for Peterâs childhood palâa wealthy Chicagoan. So why canât she stop thinking about Peter?
Peter wishes Minnie would see him as more than a friend. As a hardworking mechanic, Peter knows heâll never be able to dazzle Minnie with fancy suits and expensive cars. But maybe he can prove to her that whatâs in a manâs heart is worth more than whatâs in his wallet.
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Minnie swallowed.
The back of her throat was dry.
Peter was looking at her, and she couldnât bring herself to meet his gaze. Those hazel eyes would steal every thought from her head. So she looked at her hands, her boots, the pew, anything but him.
âDid you find an envelope at the garage?â
His brow pinched. âWhat kind of envelope?â
âA regular one. Full of papers and such.â She didnât exactly want to admit that sheâd lost actual money, not when some of their customers were standing within hearing distance.
âNo.â
Her hopes died. âOh. Iâd hopedâ¦â Her voice trembled so she stopped.
His expression softened. âI didnât look around, though. Wanna go check?â
âCan we?â In her excitement, she made the costly mistake of looking into his eyes.
They twinkled. âSure.â He held out an arm. âLetâs go now.â
Warmth came back to her fingers and toes. She told herself it must be due to her renewed hope that theyâd find the money, but deep down she knew it was something else. Or rather someone, who just so happened to have twinkling hazel eyes.
CHRISTINE JOHNSON
A small-town girl, Christine Johnson has lived in every corner of Michiganâs Lower Peninsula. She loves to visit historic locations and imagine the people who once lived there. A double-finalist for RWAâs Golden Heart award, she enjoys creating stories that bring history to life while exploring the charactersâ spiritual journeyâand putting them in peril! Though Michigan is still her home base, she and her seafaring husband also spend time exploring the Florida Keys and other fascinating locations.
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That they might be called trees of righteousness,
the planting of the Lord, that He might be glorified.
â Isaiah 61:3
I must thank my father, who answered many, many mechanical questions.
Any mistakes are mine alone.
No expression of gratitude would be complete without acknowledging my husband, who endured all my strange questions and pleas for solitude with patience, if not full understanding.
Most of all, every iota of glory belongs to my heavenly Father, the Author of everything, without whom there would be no stories.
Chapter One
Pearlman, Michigan
February 1924
âItâs hopeless.â Minnie Fox stared at her reflection in the mirror behind the drugstore soda fountain, her cherry soda temporarily forgotten. Only three weeks shy of her nineteenth birthday, she should at least have a beau. Most of the girls her age were either engaged or married. Minnie had no one.
It must be her looks. She bore no resemblance to the motion-picture actresses on the covers of Photoplay. They sported glamorous bobs. How would she look with that hairstyle? Minnie pursed her lips, stained red from the soda, and rolled her long, wavy hair up to her jawline. The fat rolls of hair on either side of her face looked like loaves of bread sitting atop her threadbare brown wool coat.
She let her hair drop. âIt is hopeless.â
âWhatâs hopeless?â Minnieâs next older sister, Jen, plopped onto the stool next to her.
âNothing.â Minnie twirled the straw in her soda, took a sip and lingered while the bubbles fizzed against her lips. âI donât know why I care. There isnât a sheik within fifty miles.â
âSheik?â Jenâs lip curled in distaste. âStop talking like them.â She poked a thumb toward Kate Vanderloo and her college girlfriends a couple stools away. Born to wealth and privilege, Kate was pretty enough to grace the cover of Photoplay. So were her girlfriends. All were here on midsemester break and to attend the Valentineâs Day Ball.
âShh! Theyâll hear you.â Minnie scrunched a little lower. âFor your information, thatâs what everyone calls guys who try to look like Rudolph Valentino.â She flipped through the magazine until she found what sheâd read earlier. âIt says here that the college campuses are full of sheiks. Itâs quite the rage.â