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After the passing of Valerie Simpson, Jethro Brooke decided he did not need to continue paying what he considered to be exorbitant rent on his store. When his payment was ten days late, he did receive a notice from the law firm of Tannenbaum, Jones, and Young. Jethro threw the letter into the trash.
The second notice, which came five days later, joined the first one.
He was genuinely shocked when an order to vacate was served to him by Deputy Roy Barry, a childhood friend.
"Yeah, Jethro, we're buddies, but this is my job," Roy said, face hard. "Shit, man, you were given two notices to come up with the rent."
He turned to leave the audio store.
"All you would have had to do is walk your fat ass right next door, talk to that girl and see if you could work something out. Now, you got three days," Roy said and left the store.
Jethro did 'walk his fat ass' next door and threatened Brichelle Adams, the new owner of the property. The attractive blonde stood her ground, though, and Jethro slashed prices on his goods in stock, then moved what had not sold into the garage of his home. His last act had been to try to set fire to his now empty store, but the sprinkler system foiled that attempt.
Brichelle had her step-father come in and divide the one shop into two smaller shops. So instead of the eighteen hundred a month that she would have received from Brooke Pro Audio, she now received two thousand a month. One thousand from a jewelry store and a thousand from 'Sweet On You,' a candy shop.
Chapter 1
Percy O'Quinn, a chubby, and obviously homosexual man in his late fifties was the owner of 'Sweet On You' and had intended to run the shop by himself. But the cherubic man soon found out, running a shop from ten in the morning until nine at night, six days a week, was far too grueling.
So, when twins Kyle and Kylie Truesdale, brother and sister college students at the local Connelly College, came into his shop, Percy hired the two of them to take over the four o'clock until nine o'clock, Monday through Friday shift.
It was impossible not to see that the two brunettes were brother and sister. They both had curly dark hair which they both wore in a tousled mop that just reached the collars of their shirts. They both had large, chocolate brown eyes, with one heavy eyebrow that went over both eyes, and both had a dimple in their right cheek when they gave their wide smiles.
They both stood at five foot six, and both were a little chubby, about twenty to thirty pounds overweight.
Percy trained the twins for a week, then turned them loose. During their first week of flying solo, he would pay them little 'surprise' visits and was always pleased to see that they were hard at work. Even when there were no customers in the shop, they found something to do. Kyle would restack the paper bags that they'd pour the customer's selections into while Kylie would replenish whatever candy selections looked a little low.
On their second Friday night of flying solo, the twins looked up as the door chimed. Both opened their eyes wide as Jason Eagan, the star tight end for the Connelly Cougars sauntered into the shop.
"Hey, how's it going?" the handsome athlete smiled, then opened his ice blue eyes wide. "Hey, I know y'all! I got y'all in my World History class, right?"
"Uh, yeah," Kylie said.
"Yeah, Tuesdays and Thursdays, eight o'clock," Kyle added.
"So, what's up?" Jason asked as he eyed the selections. "Oh, hey! Snow caps! God, I love those!"
He smiled through the glass at Kylie.
"I love just about anything dark chocolate," he admitted.
"That what you want?" Kylie asked, preparing to scoop the candy into the hanging scale.
"Hang on, hang on, Miss Impatient," he teased and Kylie and Kyle both giggled. "Let me see what else y'all got, huh?"
"You like dark chocolate, we also got these candy coated ones over here," Kyle offered, pointing to another bin of candy.
"Oh yeah!" Jason agreed, looking at the brightly colored candy coated treats. "Like M&Ms, but a little bit bigger, huh?"
The handsome twenty year old blonde looked at all that was available then made a decision.
"Okay, give me a pound of the candy covered dark chocolate and a pound of them snow caps," he decided.
"Yes sir," Kyle said as Kylie began scooping the Snow Caps into the scale.
"So what time y'all get out of here?" Jason asked as he handed Kyle his credit card.
"Close at nine," Kyle said and slid the charge slip to Jason.
"So, doing anything after?" Jason asked as Kylie placed both bags across the counter.
"Probably just go back to our place and crash," Kylie said.
"Y'all eat yet?" Jason asked.
"No, no, got some microwave dinners," Kyle admitted.
"Well, I'm going to Stone Grill," Jason said, already digging into one of the bags. "T-bones about inch and a half thick; y'all want to come?"
"Yeah right, like we can afford that," Kyle snorted.
"Didn't ask if y'all could afford it; asked if y'all want to come," Jason said. "Like on a date, you know?"
Brother and sister looked at each other, silent communication passing between them.
"Sure," Kylie answered for them.
"Mario? Hi, this is Jason," the handsome young man said into his cell phone. "No, no, we got a by this week, remember? Listen, I get a table for three? Nine, oh, better make it about nine fifteen or so, that all right?"
With a 'Thanks, Mario; you're the best,' Jason ended his call and smiled at the twins.
"All right, I'll be right outside," he said, again digging a large paw into one of the bags. "I'm in the silver Lexus."
"Uh, okay," Kylie said, eyeing the expensive automobile through the window.
"I'm in a diabetic coma, y'all just give me mouth to mouth, okay?" Jason smiled and exited the shop.
At eight fifty nine, Kylie locked the front door while Kyle covered the candy bins. She tallied the cash register and reconciled the ledger while he swept the floor.
Then Kyle set the store's alarm while Kylie waited by the front door to let them out.
"All right; y'all are going to love Stone Grill," Jason assured them as Kyle clambered into the rear seat while Kylie excitedly sat in the front.
The prices for the huge steaks intimidated brother and sister, but Jason assured them that he could certainly afford the meal.
"Eagan Equipment?" he whispered to Kylie. "My daddy's Craig Eagan, okay?"
"The guy with the giant cowboy hat?" Kyle asked, referring to the television commercials for Eagan Equipment Sales & Leasing.
"That's him," Jason smiled, shaking his head. "God, did I take some shit in high school for those dumb ass commercials."
Even with Jason's assurance that he could afford the meal, brother and sister ordered small filet mignons.
"Don't know if you noticed," Kylie confided. "But we both could stand to lose a few pounds."
