From Chapter 1: I’m one of those children being raised by her Granny. I’m lucky to have her and at the same time I’m unlucky. I don’t have a mother and father like the other children do. I’ve asked about my parents a lot, but Granny’s not the kind to talk about things unless she wants to. She don’t talk about my daddy at all, and very little about my momma. I’ve learned to accept that the best way I can.
From Chapter 9: “That’s what I thought. At least we’re agreeing on two things. We both want the land that’s being dangled in front of our faces, and we neither one want to be married to each other in order to get it, but what choice do we have?†“Finally, something we can agree on,†I said. “Then let’s go get married and get it over with, before we have time to study on it long enough to change our minds.†I shuddered. Just the thought of being married to Blake Anderson was more than I thought I could stomach. Just thinking about it was enough to make me want to start puking, and I had a constitution of lead. “I don’t know if I can do it?†I told him truthfully. “It’s a mighty high price to ask me to pay.†“Yeah, but it’s a revocable price that will only last a day or two. Surely, if I can do it, you can do it. We did manage to stay civil long enough to bury that old conniving coot.†“Burying her was a lot easier than getting married will be.†“Then don’t think of it as us getting married. Think of it as signing a paper that will make us land owners.†I considered that for a minute. “We’ve got a day less than two weeks,†I told him. “Yeah, but I’m kind of wanting that piece of land right now,†he admitted. “I’m afraid if we wait something will happen and we’ll both lose out. Besides what does it matter when we sign those papers so long as we’re making sure we get the land?†“I detest the thought of having you as a husband.†“No more than I detest having you as a wife. Look, you won’t have a husband, and I won’t have a wife, not in real life. We’ll only be putting our names on paper for a little while. Surely you can think of it that way if I can.†I looked at him and he looked back at me. There was no question that we hated each other, nor was there any question how badly we both wanted Granny’s land. “We might as well beat that old woman at her own game,†he said. “No doubt she thought we’d be fighting with each other like two rabid dogs. Let’s fool her, Kallie. Let’s make a deal with each other and let her rot in her grave. What do you say?†Again, if I hadn’t been so mad at Granny, I’d have slugged him in the nose for talking about my granny like that, even though I was thinking worse of her. I forced myself to take another moment to give his words serious consideration. For once in his life, he was right. Granny had to think we’d be at each other’s throats right now instead of having a somewhat civil discussion as to the best course of action to take. I’d have to hand it to that old coot, she was still in control because she could make us get married if we wanted to own the land she was dangling in our faces, but she couldn’t make us live with each other as man and wife. We could beat Granny at her own game because it wouldn’t matter if we were married or not? No piece of paper can make two people husband and wife. “Deal?†Blake asked again. “Why not,†I told him. “So long as you stay far away from me.†“Then we have us a deal.â€