by Teresa Ives Lilly...eligible man; a man who would stick around. Not a man like my father. On the day her father turned fifty years old, instead of coming home and sweeping her into

Lucky in Shamrock, Texas by Teresa Ives Lilly

Published by Lovely Christian Romance Press

Copyright 2016

Lucky In Shamrock, Texas

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Chapter 1 Carol wiped the drops of syrup, that were left behind

by the morning breakfast crowd, off the counter. She stood up straight and stretched her back. It was hard to believe the day was only half over because her back and feet were already aching. She swiped her wavy brown hair back off her face and blew the bangs up with a heavy breath. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead. She dabbed at them with a cloth.

It was a hotter day than most; especially for the month of March. She couldn’t wait to go home, put her feet up, and sip on a glass of ice tea. Her plan was to turn her fan on full blast, stretch out on the couch and read a book.

“Big plans for a twenty-one-year-old single woman.” She laughed bitterly to herself.

Carol threw down her wash cloth. Just then a customer dropped a quarter into the jukebox. Oh no, not again. I can’t stand listening to “Hey There Lonely Girl” even one more time.


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“Joe, I’m going for a walk,” Carol called out to the owner, who was also the short order cook. She stormed towards the back of the restaurant.

“Okay, I’ll take care of the crowds,” Joe joked, not aware of her dark mood.

Carol slipped her apron off, hung it on a hook and stepped out the back door of the U-Drop Inn Roadside Restaurant and Tower Service Station. The U-Drop had been built by J.M Tindall in 1936 right alongside Route 66.

Carol walked briskly to the front of the building and out onto the road. As she wandered down the strip of highway she found herself lost in a daydream in which she hops in a car and drives away. East or West, it doesn't matter, just so long as it's away from Shamrock, Texas.

A person would think a town with a name like Shamrock would be a lucky place, Carol mused. But as far as she could tell, in her whole life she had experienced nothing but bad luck living in this town.

Having been raised as a Christian, Carol didn’t rely too much on the concept of luck. She knew the rain would fall on the just and the unjust. Still, there were times when she wondered when she was going to see some of those great blessings the Bible promised.

Not that I have been spending much time going to church or praying, she reflected. She worked at the U-Drop every Sunday until ten-thirty in the morning, which meant her only free time to shop and do laundry was Sunday afternoons. She knew she could attend church at eleven but she never felt like going after work.

Besides, it's embarrassing to show up at church alone.


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There was a slight, hot breeze as she walked along the road, although the Texas sun beat down on her head. She didn’t mind. At least with the breeze it was cooler than inside the U-Drop Inn.

Carol lifted her hand to shade her eyes and stared off into the distance. The road glistened in the sun.

If only I were on the road to somewhere else. She walked along the edge of the highway thinking

and all the frustrations that plagued her life began to surface. Carol wanted a way out of Shamrock, but she was having trouble saving enough money to finance a good used car she could use to drive out of town.

If tips are good, perhaps by the end of the year I'll have enough money saved for a car.

Carol knew enough to recognize she needed a dependable vehicle before starting off on a road trip. So, she filled her free time reading automotive books, and learning things like how to change a flat tire and the oil. She didn't want to end up stranded somewhere on Route 66.

A few extra expenses recently had affected her plan to save money and her savings account had suffered which set her plans back a few months.

Carol wondered where she would go once she did have a car. She hadn’t decided how far she would drive before she eventually had to pick another town to get a job in.

More than likely, the next job would be working in another restaurant along Route 66, but at least for a time, it would be someplace new.

Maybe I will go to a bigger city like Dallas. At least in a


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large city there would be more chances to meet an eligible man; a man who would stick around. Not a man like my father.

On the day her father turned fifty years old, instead of coming home and sweeping her into his big laughing bear hug, he'd bought a new sports car, jumped in it and drove away from town, on Route 66.

When he didn't return that evening, Carol and her mother thought he was just taking a short trip for fun and to test out the car, but as one day turned to one week and one week turned to one month, they finally realized he wasn’t coming back.

He had left them behind in Shamrock, Texas with a broken-down house, no vehicle, a pile of bills and no way to pay them. The following months had been nothing short of a nightmare for both of them as they tried to get by.

Carol’s mother had never worked outside the home before. She had no formal education and didn't know how to do anything to make any real money. Finally, after two months of scrimping by, she got a job at the one place in town that had put Shamrock, Texas on the map; The U-Drop Inn Roadside Restaurant and Tower Service Station.

Even though one newspaper said the U-Drop Inn was “the swankiest of the swank eating places of its kind,” Carol dreaded going there each day. But she had no choice. She had to sit at the table in the back corner every afternoon and work on her homework while her mother waited tables.

After her mother had been working for a few months,


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she and Carol had to face the facts; her mother wasn’t making enough money to pay all the bills and keep food on the table, no less provide new clothes for Carol to wear to school, church and dances. So very reluctantly, Carol had taken a job at the U-Drop Inn.

During the day Carol attended school, and spent her afternoon hours washing dishes.

There were no more after school clubs, or weekend friends. She had to work six days a week, and on weekends. Sunday was her only day off and that was spent doing laundry and household chores.

When she was younger her family had attended church regularly, but once she began working, it seemed to take too much effort. There was no time in her life left over after work for church, friends or dating.

When Carol graduated from high school, instead of making plans to go to college as she had hoped, she was given a new apron and began working as a waitress at the U-Drop Inn. All her schoolmates went to college, joined the army or got married. Carol had no time for any of those activities, and no opportunity. Instead, she worked hard and all her money was spent helping to pay the bills her father had left behind.

A year after graduation, when Carol was nineteen, her mother had a heart attack. She lingered in the hospital for several days then passed away.

After paying the hospital bill there was no money left in their meager account. She lost the house and moved into a cheap apartment over the Laundromat. It was clean, but that was about all she could say for it.

Carol had no friends, and never went out for fun


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because she didn't want to spend any money. The little she was able to put away, she was saving to buy her car.

There’s no point thinking about it all again. Carol turned around and headed toward the U-Drop. In the distance, she noticed a car heading in her direction. It looked like it might be a red sports car. It reminded her of the one her father owned. No, I don't want to think about that anymore. Besides, what does it matter what kind of car it is. The driver will probably take one look at this small town and pass right by.

It always amazed Carol that anyone ever stopped in Shamrock. Of course, this week the town was inundated with visitors who had showed up to enjoy the St. Patrick’s Day celebration held yearly.

It was the one time a year when the local hotels, like the Blarney Inn, the Irish Inn and the Shamrock Country Inn, would see their fair share of business.

She shrugged her shoulders. They all had corny names, but when the St. Patrick’s Day celebration took place, people fought to stay in one of them.

Visitors just loved to tell their friends, “I stayed at the Blarney Inn.” Of course, anyone who had never been to Shamrock probably didn't believe that there were really hotels with names like that.

Joe already ordered extra supplies to handle all the visitors who would eat their meals at the U-Drop Inn over the next few days. Carol knew she would be working overtime. Ever since Thursday there had already been double the number of customers as usual through the restaurant.

On Friday, she had worked a twelve-hour shift and so


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far, Saturday had been one of the craziest days of her life with customers complaining all through breakfast.

Sunday would be a little better because Joe only served breakfast, and she would have the afternoon off. The good news about the festival this year was that it was being held on Monday.

During the festival, Joe closed up the U-Drop Inn after breakfast so Carol would get Monday afternoon off. She already had plans to spend that time soaking in a hot bath and reading a good book.

There was no point in considering going to the St. Patrick’s Day festival. She had been to it for years and there was nothing and no one that could convince her to attend it even one more time. Carol was tired of all the same events that were held each year. She didn't want to see one more person dressed up as a leprechaun.

As the red car approached on the opposite side of the road, Carol placed her hand over her eyes to shield them from the sun. She was right, it was a sports car; a 1969 Chevelle Super Sport convertible, no less. Carol knew that because she had recently read an article in a magazine about that style car.

To her amazement, the car slowed down directly across from where she was standing. The driver, a young man with coal black hair, stared at Carol for a few seconds then called over to her.

“What’s the name of this town?” “Shamrock.” She saw the look that flashed across the

man’s face. She knew what was coming next and she cringed.

A deep rumbling laugh came bursting out of the


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young man, “Shamrock, as in four leaf clovers and little green elves?”

“I think you mean little green leprechauns,” she jokingly answered. Everyone thought the name of the town was a joke and worth laughing about. It was embarrassing to her when people started joking about it.

“Oh, that’s right, leprechauns. Well, have you seen any leprechauns today?”

“No,” she answered in a huffy voice. The joke was funny at first, but she usually got pretty fed up after the second or third line.

“All I’ve seen today is a crowd of customers demanding I deliver their breakfast, at top speed, perfectly cooked and never let their coffee get cold,” she snapped. She noticed the man sober. She could tell he realized he had offended her with his joke because his face grew serious.

“Sorry.” Carol was amazed. He had the grace to sound humble. “I guess you get a lot of needling about the town and

its name. But if it makes you any happier, all I’ve seen today is a long and lonely stretch of highway and one very beautiful young lady.”

A blush stole across Carol’s face. She was ashamed for snapping at him and flattered by the compliment; that is if he meant her. “I’m sorry. It's been a long day and I’m touchy.”

“I’m sorry too. Sometimes I think I am funnier than I really am. Can I make it up to you and buy you a cup of coffee?”

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don’t need to make it up to me,” she insisted. “Well, what if I just want to?” the man asked. “Just my

way of making amends.” “I don’t usually drink with strangers,” she answered, a

bit saucily. “I will just have to find someone to introduce us so we

won’t be strangers anymore.” Carol looked around. “I don’t see anyone out here to

introduce us so I guess we are doomed to remain strangers passing one another on Route 66,” she laughed.

The man frowned. His head turned toward the U-Drop Inn. A smile lit his face as if he had a special secret.

“I’m sure there must be someone in there that could introduce us.” He pointed towards the restaurant.

“I doubt it,” she muttered. There was not much point in continuing joking with the man.

Carol knew that a good-looking city man like this man wasn’t serious about getting to know her, and she needed to get back to work.

“Okay then,” the man answered, gave her a little wave and drove away.

Carol’s shoulders slumped a bit. She wondered why she had treated a perfectly wonderful looking man, who seemed genuinely nice, in such a rude way. She had been out of the world of dating for so long that she didn't even know how to act properly in front of a stranger.

“Oh Lord,” Carol silently prayed. What is wrong with me? I can’t seem to be nice to anyone lately. I’m just so tired of living in this town all alone.

There is nothing here for me anymore. Lord, won’t you


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help me to get out of this place?”


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Chapter 2

After that wishful prayer, Carol turned and headed

back to the U-Drop Inn. Her break was over, it was time to face the lunch crowd.

The parking lot was filled with automobiles boasting license plates from other states. It was hard for Carol to imagine anyone wanting to come to Shamrock, Texas for a holiday.

As she got closer to the restaurant, to her surprise, Carol noted the same red sports car parked in front of the building.

So, I guess he decided to stop for lunch. After the way she had behaved, she was embarrassed walk in the door, remembering her rude behavior.

“Are you coming back to work or not?” Joe called out to her as he held the door open.

“I’m coming right now.” She gave one more glance towards heaven, hoping somehow God would answer her prayers and save her from having to spend one more day working in this town.


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“Good, there is someone I want you to meet.” Carol sighed; Joe was always trying to set her up on dates with his friends; most of them a lot older than her.

“Oh Joe, not now!” she pleaded. “Yes, now!” he insisted. Carol made her way to the

door slowly, dreading what she knew would be another embarrassing moment. Joe was a great guy, but every time he introduced her to one of his friends, Carol ended up having to gently reject their offers of dinner or a movie. She just didn't want to waste her time dating men that she had no interest in.

She was so busy thinking about the unfortunate men Joe had tried to set her up with in the past, she hardly noticed where Joe was leading her. When they reached the booth Joe’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Carol, I would like you to meet Pete.”

She looked up, ready to paste a fake, courteous smile on her face. She was surprised when the same stranger she’d just been speaking to on Route 66 smiled up at her.

Carol turned to Joe incredulously. “You know him?” “Yep, this is Pete Bowler. He is the son of one of my

best friends. His dad and I were in the army together.” Joe slapped Pete on the back as if he had always known him. “Pete’s a big shot lawyer in the city, but he decided to take a road trip across country, following Route 66 and visit some of the old towns his dad told him about.”

Carol reached out her hand and shook Pete’s. Her face flamed red thinking about how she had treated him on the road.

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“What?” “I was just wondering, now that Joe has introduced

us, are we still strangers?” Carol held her hand over her mouth and smothered

her childish giggle. “I guess not.” “Then, may I buy you that cup of coffee now?” She hesitated. “I have to get to work.” Joe cut her off. “Go ahead and have coffee with him.” “Are you sure?” She glanced around at the crowd.

Even though all of the waitresses were on duty, she would be needed.

“They can wait five minutes while you get to know Pete a bit,” Joe growled then headed back to the kitchen.

Carol shrugged her shoulders in wonder at Joe’s behavior, and then slid into the seat across from Pete. One of the other waitresses brought them each a cup and a pitcher of coffee. Carol added two sugars and one cream to her cup and watched as Pete did the same. When Pete finished stirring his coffee he looked up and caught Carol staring at him.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted out there,” Carol told him.

“Think nothing of it. Here I am, a total stranger, pulling up to you on the street and starting to make fun of the town you live in.” He sounded genuinely sorry. “I guess I’d be pretty upset if someone did that to me.”

“It’s just that everyone who comes in here makes some kind of joke about shamrocks, leprechauns, and the elusive pot of gold. I get tired of it. Of course, this town builds its reputation on the theme. In fact, the biggest celebration of the year is St. Patrick’s Day.”


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“How does the town celebrate?” “Oh, you know, everyone wears green, the mayor

dresses like a leprechaun, along with most of the other men in town. There is a big parade and everyone decorates the floats with four leaf clovers. It's the silliest thing in the world.”

“Sounds nice to me,” Pete answered rather wistfully. “Where I live, there are never any special events like that. I enjoy the idea of a small-town life. I’ve considered moving to one, if I find the right town. That is part of the reason I’ve been traveling Route 66.”

Carol found that all hard to believe. “I don’t mind small town life, but I’ve had enough of

Shamrock. When I save enough money for a car, I will hit Route 66 and head out myself.”

The man seemed to study her. Carol fidgeted a little under his gaze, wondering what

to say. Her thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly asked a question.

“Say, isn’t St. Patrick’s Day in two days?” “Yes, it is, why?” “Well, why don’t I just stick around until then? That

way I can see what the festival is like.” “You don’t have to ask me if you can stay.” “I’m not asking you if I can stay in town, I’m asking if

you will accompany me to the festival.” Carol’s heart started to throb just thinking about

spending time with this handsome, blue eyed man. “Well, I hate to endure another St. Patrick’s Day celebration.”

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“...but for a friend of Joe’s, I guess I can bear to attend it once more.” She looked at him. He looked crestfallen. She could have kicked herself for appearing to dread spending time with him. She cleared her throat. “I'm only joking. I would love to attend it with you.”

“That’s great,” Pete lit up, true excitement glittering in his eyes. He didn’t seem to have noticed her impudence. She allowed her eyes to meet his. Carol was entranced by his but knew better than to stare too openly. This was just a stranger passing through, no point in getting herself all worked up over him. She could hardly believe she had just agreed to attend the festival with him; so much for the hot bath and the good book. She grinned suddenly.

“The tradition here is that all men must wear a beard on St. Pat’s Day. As a matter of fact, they even host a contest at the celebration to see who has the beard that looks the most like a leprechaun’s.”

“I can’t grow one that fast,” Pete said with a laugh, his brow furrowing in thought as he ran his fingers over his clean-shaven chin.

“They sell fake ones in town. Just look around and you’ll find one. That is what everyone does. You better get one today though, or there won't be any left.”

Pete agreed. “Where can I pick you up for the festival?”

“I’ll be right here, serving morning coffee until ten thirty.”

“Great.” “Where in town are you planning to stay? I doubt

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“Joe offered to put me up for a few days. I guess I’ll take him up on it. What does this town do for fun on the weekends? I mean like on Saturday nights and Sundays?”

Carol hesitated. She wasn’t sure what to say. She didn't know what people did in Shamrock on the weekends, because she never did anything. There was a local bar with a dance floor and a bowling alley, but neither of those sounded like the kind of entertainment a city man would be interested in hearing about. But there was nothing else.

“There is a bar with a dance floor,” Carol began, but Pete interrupted her.

“I don’t drink or go to bars.” “Oh, okay. Well, there is a bowling alley. I guess that’s

about as exciting as it gets.” “That sounds more my style, now what about

Sunday?” “I think just about everyone in this town goes to

church on Sunday. Whether you consider that fun or not is your decision.”

“Church in a small town,” Pete smiled. “Sounds even better. Which church do you attend?”

“I haven’t been attending regularly; when I do, I go to a local non-denominational Church.”

“I’m game if you are,” Pete challenged and winked. Carol couldn’t help blushing a bit.

“You want to go to church with me?” “Sure. I know I acted like a real sinner out there on

the road, accosting a lovely woman and making rude comments about her quaint hometown, but I’m not a total heathen,” he laughed heartily.


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“That’s not what I meant,” she stammered. “I just didn’t think you would want to go to a small-town church, especially if you are used to going to big city churches.”

“Church is church. I can commune with God in a small church as well as a big church. But, if you don’t want me to tag along, it's alright. I can always go with Joe.”

“No. I mean, sure I would love to go to church with you. I mean, take you to church with me.”

“It’s settled then. On Sunday, we will go to church together and maybe then we can spend the rest of the day together as well.”

Just then someone dropped a platter. Carol noticed the other waitresses getting flustered because they were having to deal with all the customers. She stood up and stuck her hand out.

“It’s a deal. This is a small town though; we won’t need a car to get to church. Since I know where Joe lives, why don’t I just walk over and pick you up for church, say around nine?”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” As he stood, he grabbed her hand and looked deep into her eyes. “I’m really looking forward to spending the day with you.”

Carol swallowed. She could not think of anything to say that would match the tenderness of his words, so all she managed to stutter out was, “Y-yeah, me too.”

Carol berated herself the rest of the day, remembering her answer to Pete’s words. That night she curled up with a bowl of ice cream, and moaned. “Lord, I can’t believe I couldn’t think of anything better to say to Pete than, yeah me too.”


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She almost dreaded seeing him again, especially when she remembered the penetrating look he had given her. Yet part of her couldn’t wait to see him again. It had been so long since she had been on a date and she was excited. She wondered what they would talk about. She led a rather dull life of work at the U-Drop Inn and reading. They would cover that in only a few minutes. Thinking about the juncture made her feel queasy.


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Chapter 3 Carol spent an hour the next morning trying on

different outfits. Lately her interest in clothes had diminished. Her closet mainly consisted of work clothes and pajamas. There were only a few other simple items.

I don’t know why I’m getting all worried about what to wear. I need to quit acting like a girl on her first date. This is just two adults, going to church, nothing more. She finally selected a light spring dress and slipped it on.

Just before she stepped out the front door, Carol looked around for her Bible. She wasn’t surprised she didn’t know where it was. She hadn't read it since her mother’s death.

Her mother loved to have Carol read the Bible out loud. Carol had read to her mother for hours at a time. But once her mother died, Carol only felt sad when she thought about picking up the Bible again.

The memory of her mother's favorite verse trickled through her mind. Psalm 16:6. The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; yes, I have a goodly heritage.


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It always amazed her how that was her mother’s favorite verse. Their life in Shamrock had not been very pleasant at all, but her mother often told her, “It’s not the place that makes it pleasant, it’s the joy inside of you. If you can find the joy that God brings, anyplace can seem pleasant.”

With a final glance in the mirror she stepped out the door and made her way down the quiet street toward Joe's home.

Pete was standing outside, on the porch in front of

Joe’s house, drinking a cup of coffee when Carol walked up the steps.

“Good morning,” she said. “Yes, it is,” Pete smiled down at her. “It's so quiet

here. I just love that.” “You can always count on quiet mornings in

Shamrock, except on St. Patrick’s Day.” “From your tone of voice, I guess you don’t like it

here.” “Oh, I don’t know. I like Shamrock, but I’ve never been

anywhere else. I’m anxious to see something new.” “I’m new.” Pete winked at her and turned to take his

coffee cup back inside. Carol stood still, flustered, wondering what Pete had meant by that.

“Are you ready to go?” Pete interrupted her thoughts when he returned to the porch. She nodded.

As they walked the two blocks Carol told Pete all about the small church and the pastor. Although she had not been attending recently, she knew everyone and everything about the church.


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When they reached the church, people she hadn’t seen in a year or more came over and welcomed her, as if she’d never been gone.

She assumed it was because they were curious to meet Pete. She couldn’t blame them. Pete was so handsome, with jet black, wavy hair and drop dead, blue eyes, but there was more than that. He was also friendly and social.

Usually people from the city treated the residents of Shamrock as if they were back- wood infants. But Pete seemed interested in everyone and everything. He even offered to help set up extra chairs at the back of the church for the overflow of visitors who had come to Shamrock for the St. Patrick’s Day events and had decided to try out the small-town church.

When they were finally seated in the main sanctuary, Carol noticed that Pete knew exactly what was expected in church. He stood up and sang with all his might, and while the pastor was preaching, Pete asked to share Carol’s Bible with her. He even looked up the scriptures the pastor spoke about.

To her surprise, the sermon was interesting and uplifting. Carol began to regret the time she had allowed to slip by since last attending. Perhaps that was part of what was missing in her life, the fellowship with friends at church and hearing inspiring sermons.

“The pastor is interesting,” Pete whispered into Carol’s ear.

She nodded in agreement and decided that for the rest of the time she stayed in Shamrock she would attend church regularly.


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When the service was over, the Pastor stopped them and introduced himself to Pete. They spoke casually for a few minutes.

Pete shared that he was visiting from the city. The pastor invited Pete to attend service anytime he was in town. After church, Carol and Pete walked back to Joe’s house. Pete asked Carol questions that pertained to the sermon.

“I was flipping through your Bible and noticed that you have one Bible verse highlighted. Does that verse have some special significance?”

“Psalm 16:6.” Carol quoted the verse from memory. “The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; yes, I have a goodly heritage”

“I like that. It reminds me of this town.” “It was my mother’s favorite verse. She highlighted it

in my Bible. I’m not sure I can say it reminds me of this town, though This hasn’t been the most pleasant place for me.”

“Maybe unpleasant things have happened here, but you really can’t say it’s not a nice place. You might have to consider believing that verse in the Bible.”

Carol thought about that statement for a minute, but their conversation was interrupted when Joe called Pete inside to eat. Carol was invited too and she enjoyed every minute of it.

Pete caught Joe up on all the stories about his father. Many were plain out hilarious. Carol found listening to Pete was so interesting. She found herself wishing he would stay longer than a few days so she could get to know him better.


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She wanted to hear more about his life. It sounded like he had a really wonderful family. She missed the concept of family so badly. Carol missed her mother and even her father.

Don’t be crazy, she berated herself. No city lawyer would want to stick around a dead-end town like this. Carol shook her head to wipe out the ridiculous thoughts rushing through it.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Carol’s head whipped up. She didn’t realize that Pete

had stopped talking. He was staring at her intently. She surely wasn’t about to tell him what she had been thinking about.

A flush stole across her cheeks. I’ve got to stop blushing around this man.

“I was just wondering if you got your beard yet?” She was glad she had come up with something so practical to say.

“Yes, I got one yesterday. It’s a good thing you suggested I do that, there were hardly any left. Wait until you see me in it,” Pete laughed.

“I can’t wait.” “So, are we still on for the festival together

tomorrow?” Pete had somehow slipped his chair around the table

and pulled up next to Carol. She could not keep from staring into his eyes.

“You bet. I’m looking forward to it. Maybe seeing the event through someone else’s eyes will make it more interesting for me,” Carol assured Pete. Especially through his blue eyes!


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When the meal was done and the conversation took on a short lull, Joe suggested Pete and Carol take their coffee out onto the porch and sit on the swing for a while.

Carol gave Joe a don’t try to set me up look, but Pete jumped up, grabbed his coffee in one hand, Carol by the other hand, and dragged her out to the porch.

The rest of the day slipped by in a pleasant haze for Carol; the sun began to set before she even knew it.

“I’ve always wanted to watch the sun set while sitting on a real old-fashioned porch swing,” Pete exclaimed, excitement written all over his face.

“Then you have come to the right place.” They sat in peaceful companionship and watched until

the last rays disappeared. Pete was almost speechless at the sight. “That was really something.”

“Haven’t you ever seen the sun set before?” “In the city, we don’t get to see anything that

beautiful. You just don’t know how lucky you really are.” “I never really thought about it before. I suppose

there are a few good points to living here.” “I can think of several.” Pete took Carol’s hand in his

and squeezed gently. “And I keep finding more and more.”

For a moment, Carol was almost swept away by his flattery, but too quickly reality slipped back in. Pete was wonderful, but he was a city boy. She was a small-town girl. He would be leaving soon, and she didn't want to send her heart with him. She couldn't help but pull back from him.

“What’s wrong?” Pete asked.


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“Nothing.” Carol looked away. She reminded herself this was just a fun weekend fling for him, but she couldn’t afford to waste her time on silly romantic notions.

“I need to go.” Carol slipped her hand out of his. “I have to be to work early.”

“I can walk you home.” Pete reached out to try and catch her hand again, but Carol slipped by him. She just needed time to think about all the feelings that were surfacing.

“No, I want to walk alone.” Pete stepped back. “I’ll see you at the U-Drop Inn

tomorrow morning then?” Carol could hear the hesitation in Pete’s voice. She

knew she’d offended him when she pulled her hand away, but she just felt she had to protect her heart.

“Yes, I’ll see you in the morning,” She answered in a rather noncommittal voice. Carol turned and quickly walked away.

As she walked, Carol could feel Pete’s eyes on her back. She wanted to turn back, to grab his hand, to... There’s no point, she decided. I have to keep my mind focused on work and saving money so I can leave this town.

Carol watched the sky grow darker and stars begin to unveil on the tapestry. She was amazed at how beautiful it all really was.

There was a gentle breeze that caused the trees around her to sway as if keeping time with some magical music. She sighed as she realized just how much beauty Shamrock offered.


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Oh Lord, Shamrock is really a nice place; I know I could have appreciated it so much more if You would have allowed me to share it with someone like Pete.

The sky was silent. I don't know why you allowed me to grow up in

Shamrock. Why my father left us, why my mother had to die so young. But my biggest question, Lord, is...why haven't you brought me anyone to love me and take me away from here?

Carol whispered prayers to God as she settled into bed for the night. But sleep didn't come easily and most of the night was spent wide awake, remembering and reliving the wonderful day she had just spent with Pete.


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Chapter 4 Morning came too soon. Carol headed to work with a

pounding headache and black circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. As she trudged through the morning, serving coffee, she kept pushing away thoughts of Pete, but it was hopeless.

There was so much about him she found intriguing and interesting. It wasn’t only his good looks and friendly demeanor. He was educated and interesting to talk to. He was funny as well. Carol couldn’t remember having laughed so much in years.

She had never met anyone with so many wonderful qualities all in one package. Her regret was that he would soon be leaving, and once more she would be left in Shamrock with no car, no prospects and only the hope of someday getting out of the town. She was too wise to think that Pete would ever consider a serious relationship with a small-town girl. He wouldn’t take her with him and there was no reason she could think of for him to stay here.


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Carol was so absorbed in her thoughts she didn't notice the customer who slipped into the booth she was cleaning until she heard the deep voice. “Good morning beautiful.”

Carol’s head popped up in surprise. “I didn't expect to see you until later.” Her cheeks flushed, although she ignored the compliment. Her eyes met his and time seemed to stop for several seconds.

He cleared his throat. “Well, I have to eat, don’t I?” “Oh, yeah,” Carol mumbled, unable to think of

something charming and witty to say. She stood like a statue, wishing she could just melt away.

“You gonna take my order?” Pete joked. She nodded, but didn't speak. He didn't understand why she seemed so tongue tied around him. Yesterday she had been quiet most of the day and just allowed him to talk.

“What can I get for you?” “Hmm, coffee and toast, two eggs and some bacon.” Carol wrote the order on to her notepad then silently

turned away. She could feel Pete staring at her back. “I take double cream with that coffee,” he called out,

but Carol had slipped into the back. Instead of handing the order in at the window, Carol

stepped into the kitchen, her face was flaming red. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life.

Pete must think I'm crazy or worse. I just don't know what to say to him.

There were so many things she wanted to ask him about himself, but there didn't seem to be any use in trying to get to know him. After today, Pete would be gone.


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She wasn't sure why she couldn't seem to talk to him. Oh sure, there were other guys in town she could get to know, some were even regulars here in the U-Drop Inn, but that was different. They weren’t drop dead gorgeous men who stole your breath and your words away.

She handed Joe the order. Carol served Pete his meal, trying to act as casual as

she could. She smiled as she set the plate in front of him and said, “Here is your breakfast.”

Pete looked at it and clapped his hands together. “Wow that looks great.”

“Joe is a wonderful cook. I eat most of my meals here because it is so good. Of course, I have to watch it or I’ll put on too much weight, and then I’d have to jog about ten miles a day to burn off all the fat.” Carol cringed at her own words wishing she had not opened her mouth and wondering why she had told him about something as indecorous as her weight.

“I know what you mean,” Pete patted his own stomach, which Carol noted didn't have an ounce of fat on it. “Oh, by the way, I wanted to show you something.” Pete reached into a bag he had sitting on the seat next to him. Carol watched as Pete pulled out a fake green beard, slipped the elastic band over his head and fit the beard in place.

“What do you think?” Carol's trickle of laughter filled the restaurant. “You

will fit right in with the rest of the men in this town.” “Great, that’s what I am hoping. I’ve been looking

around a bit. Shamrock seems like a great place for a man to put down roots, maybe start a family.”


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Carol knew that was true. For other people, the town of Shamrock, Texas was a great family oriented place to live, but her family had been torn apart here. She could not imagine wanting to even consider living here.

Of course, if there had been a man like Pete around it may have been different. She wondered if he would be the type of father who would leave his wife and kid behind. He already had the sports car.

Pete could see the conversation was over when she

moved to another table, so he finished his meal then got up to leave. Carol was busy so she just waved good-bye.

Pete wasn’t satisfied with that however, so he called over to her, “I’ll be back in a half hour to get you, beautiful,” and then he walked out the door.

Several of the regulars stared at Carol. They were so

used to seeing her every day, they had not ever really noticed just how good looking she really was. Carol was pouring coffee for one of the older gentlemen who frequented the restaurant.

“Got yourself a boyfriend?” he smirked. “No,” Carol explained, “He is Joe’s friend.” “Sounds like he thinks you are his friend. I saw the

way he looked at you a few minutes ago, and he called you beautiful. That guy has got it bad.”

“Got what?” Carol asked. “A crush on you!” Carol giggled just thinking about the absurdity of that

statement. “I seriously doubt that,” she said, but wished it were true.


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Yes, Pete had said several things yesterday that might imply he was interested in her, and he had held her hand a bit until she had rudely pulled it away from him. But she was sure he meant it all in a teasing, flirtatious way. Nothing serious.

“Why, you’re a good-looking girl. You got a nice personality. Why wouldn’t he fall in love with you?”

Carol swatted the man with a menu. “Hey, first you say he’s got a crush on me, now its

love. I think you better just drink your coffee. Besides, ever since I met him, I haven’t been able to think of more than two-word sentences to say to him. He is probably being nice because he thinks I’m a bit slow.”

“Oh, I see, you’ve got it for him too.” “I just told you I can’t even talk to him.” “That sounds like a full-blown case of love to me,” the

man chuckled. Carol was not amused; she turned away and huffed

off, talking under breath. “He’s just a crazy old man, I’m not in love with Pete,

and I barely know him. Sure, he’s great looking and has a great job. He is nice and kind and easy to talk too. Sure, he is just about everything I’ve ever wanted in a man, but I’m not in love with him.”

St. Patrick’s Day was green and bright. The town was

decorated with green banners in front of every store; all the people were dressed in green and men of all ages sported green beards. Joe even served green eggs to anyone who was brave enough to face the unusual looking meal.


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When she finished serving her last customer, Carol slipped into the lady’s room at the back of the store to change her clothes. She had picked out some casual pants and a shirt with small green clovers all over it.

Although she felt silly and she didn't want to overdo it, she also didn't want to disappoint Pete by not dressing to suit the festivities. He seemed to really be interested in the whole St. Patrick’s Day thing. The least she could do was wear a shirt that matched the theme.

Pete showed up at the U-Drop just a few minutes later, sat at one of the tables and waited. When Carol stepped out of the back, once again he called out, “Hello beautiful.”

Carol flushed. “Hello again,” she answered and then almost burst out laughing. Pete had changed clothes too. He was now dressed in an outfit that reflected the true spirit of St. Patrick’s Day. He was wearing green slacks and a green T-Shirt that read, “Kiss me I’m from Shamrock, Texas.” He had already donned his fake beard. There was no doubt about it; Pete would fit in. He looked just like a leprechaun, although a tall one.

Pete saw the amusement on Carol’s face. “Too much?” He indicating his outfit. “Will you be embarrassed to be seen with me?”

“I’ll try not to be,” she giggled. “I want you to enjoy the St. Patrick’s Day festival. You don't look any different than the other men.”

“When can we get started?” Pete’s eyes danced with excitement.

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Joe could close up. Her hands were shaking in anticipation and her stomach was churning. Although they had gone to church together, attending the festival today seemed more like a date. Her first real date in years.

When the last customer left the restaurant, Carol slipped back to the bathroom and ran a comb through her hair. She regretted that she had not thought to wear make-up, but she usually preferred to look more natural. She just hoped Pete preferred that too.

Carol glanced in the mirror one last time and took a deep breath before turning to leave. Lord, please help me make it through today without embarrassing myself too much.

When she stepped out of the lady’s room, Pete and Joe were talking earnestly. Pete had his fake beard on and Joe, dressed in all green, stood beside him. They both looked so silly, Carol had to keep herself from laughing.

Pete noticed Carol. His eyes lit up. “Ready?” “Sure,” She kicked herself again mentally. She had to

do something about these one or two-word answers she kept using, so she added, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you are ready.”

Pete took her hand gently in his and just stared at her for a moment. “I’m so lucky to have met you.”

“Why is that?” Carol asked, feeling the warmth of his hand. She didn’t pull away this time.

“Because you will be able to show me around town and the festival. If I were alone, I’m sure I wouldn’t know where to begin.”


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Joe watched them for a moment. Satisfied with what he saw he started herding them towards the door.

“Okay you two love birds, get going.” Carol flashed him an exasperated look. Joe was

forever trying to set her up. She hoped he wasn’t trying with Pete. She was attracted to him, maybe even more than interested, but she knew that Pete was just being friendly. He probably had a steady girlfriend in the city.

It didn't matter that he was still holding her hand. No city lawyer was going to develop a long-lasting interest in a small-town girl.

“What were you two talking about?” Carol asked, nodding toward Joe. Her suspicions about Joe grew. She hoped he hadn’t been telling Pete about her.

“Oh, nothing important,” Pete evaded the question. “So, what will we do first?”

His question interrupted her worrisome thoughts. She realized they were now standing outside the U-Drop Inn.

“The parade starts off the celebration. We can head down to the center of town. Probably be able to see it best on the curb there.”

“Okay with me.” Pete and Carol walked together towards town, Pete

still holding her hand. It was easier to talk to him while he was wearing his green clothing and fake beard, because he didn't seem so daunting in the ridiculous outfit. Pete also helped by asking a million questions about the town and the celebration. All she had to do was answer.

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different things in the town, and Carol found herself laughing about his comments instead getting angry the way she usually did when strangers joked about Shamrock.

Everyone in town was sitting along the side of the road; some on blankets, some on chairs and some just sitting on the curb waiting for the parade to begin.

Carol and Pete sat down on the curb because Pete wanted to sit as close to Main Street as possible so he could see every bit of the parade and not miss a thing.

Carol knew the floats would be the same as always, but seeing the anticipation in Pete’s eyes made her swallow some of the negative comments she would have made about the parade.

Most every business in town created their own float. Even the U-Drop Inn had one. In past years, Carol had been forced to ride in the float. This year she threatened to quit working for Joe if he forced her to attend the festival at all. Joe had reluctantly agreed, so Sharon had to ride on the float this year.

While they waited for the parade to begin, Carol’s eyes scanned the crowd. They were all plain but good people. But no one in the town could afford expensive floats for the parade. She nibbled her lower lip, worried Pete would find the whole thing plain and dull. she wanted Pete to have a nice time, but she doubted whether this small-town celebration would be very interesting for him when it was all said and done.

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“The parade will begin now,” Carol told Pete. He squeezed her hand.

The mayor’s float came first, slowly making its way down the center of the street. The mayor was dressed in a green suit. He sported a real beard that made him look exactly like a leprechaun.

“Does he always dress in green?” Carol laughed, “Actually he only wears green on this

day because he really does look like a leprechaun, but the rest of the year he wears only black or brown.”

The mayors float was followed by thirty other floats that represented local businesses and Shamrock's high school.

As the floats passed, Pete waved to everyone as if he knew them individually. A few times Carol was afraid Pete was going to run out into the street and jump on one of the floats. It was amazing to watch the delight in his eyes.

For the first time in years, she found herself enjoying the event.

The day whipped by quickly. Pete, enthusiastic about everything, enjoyed the parade and later in the day bought food from nearly every one of the booths set up around town. His tongue had turned green from licking frosting off of some four-leaf clover shaped cookies.

As they walked, Pete took off the beard because it was too hot. Carol liked looking at his clean-shaven face better.

“Don’t let anyone catch you without your beard,” Carol giggled as they walked through the row of booths.

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She nodded, surprised. Over the last few years she hadn't attended the celebration because it made her sad to watch families enjoy themselves while she was alone. Now, sharing the celebration with Pete, Carol understood how families could enjoy it every year. What a difference it made when there was someone to enjoy it with.

For a few moments, she even tried to imagine continuing to live here, but she knew that unless there was someone like Pete to share it with, she didn't want to stay any longer.

Pete dragged Carol all around the fairgrounds where most of the activities were set up. He tried his hand at all the games that were available. He was no good at knocking over milk bottles with a baseball, but he did win a green teddy bear for Carol at the basketball game. Pete insisted that Carol play all of the games too, but she didn’t win anything herself.

When Pete felt, he had seen all Shamrock offered for the St. Patrick’s Day celebration, she was able to convince him to sit down on one of the benches in the small-town park. “Now, you have asked a million questions about this town and about me. It’s time for you to tell me all about your life,” Carol insisted.

“There is nothing significant to tell. I grew up in a big city. I went to public school. My parents both worked so I never saw them. Then I went away to college and law school. I’ve been a lawyer for two years now.”

“Do you work for a big firm?” Carol asked. She knew better than to try to deal with some of the touchier subjects like never seeing his parents. Just like her life, that was all water under the bridge.


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“Yes. It’s so big that no one even notices me. I’m a good lawyer, but I’m just a little fish in a big pond.” Pete sat quietly looking around for a minute. “I think it would be nice to work right here.”

“Then you could be a big fish in a teeny, tiny pond.” She grinned.

“Maybe, but I sure do like the look of some of the other fish in this pond.” Pete gazed at her.

Carol tried to keep from blushing again. It was flattering to hear such nice comments, even though she knew he Pete probably said those kinds of things to all of his dates. It was just his style.

I wish it were true, Carol thought. If only he were really interested in someone like me.

As they sat on the bench together, the day began to wane. Once again, they were able to watch the sun set. Carol was beginning to appreciate the beautiful sunsets she had never taken the time to look at before.

“Well, this has been great.” Carol noted the sad smile on his face.

He must not want this day to end either. “It’s not over yet,” Carol said, a coy smile on her lips. His eyes lit up. “No, what else is there?” “Fireworks and the crowning of the leprechaun of the

year.” “We don’t want to miss that.” Pete jumped up.

“Where do we go?” “We have to drive to a park outside of town.” In seconds Pete was almost dragging her down Route

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“Hop in!” Pete shouted over the roof top. Carol stared at the car for a moment. Memories of the last time she had seen her father began to flood over her. Tears sprang to her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Pete noticed Carol’s hesitation. “Nothing, I’m just being silly. Your car reminds me of

the last time I saw my dad.” “Hey, I’m sorry. I sure don’t want you to be upset,

especially not tonight. It has been such a great day.” “I know.” Carol climbed into the car, trying to shake off

the sad memories that had overtaken her mind. “I’m okay now,” she assured him.

“If you need some time we can just sit here. I have a free shoulder you can cry on.”

A muscular one too. “No, I’m okay, really! We need to get going or we

won’t get good seats for the evening.” Pete started the car and pulled on to Route 66. He

didn't put the top down because the night air was a bit chilly. As they drove along Pete asked, “What does the leprechaun of the year get?”

“Oh, they give him a green crown, and then throughout the year, he appears at special events. He is sort of the town mascot.”

“That would be very interesting job. Think I have a chance of winning?”

Carol smiled at Pete but didn't answer him right away. He seemed genuine about enjoying the celebration. She had never really cared about it one way or another, but seeing things with Pete had made such a difference. She had enjoyed it.


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“You have to live in town to be crowned,” she explained to him.

It didn't take long to find a place to park the car, and within a few minutes they were sitting on the ground ready for the night’s events.

As they sat watching the fireworks Pete’s face lit up with exhilaration. He told Carol he had never seen live fireworks before.

Carol was glad she had been able to spend the day with him. It had been amazing to see her home town through Pete’s eyes.

If only Pete really wanted to move here, she dreamed. If only he wanted to stay and get married and raise kids here.

Carol tried to shake off the thoughts, knowing they were only the old daydreams she had always had since her father left town. But now she had a face, and a name, and eyes to go along with the daydream. It wasn’t easy to shake that off.

Pete was everything she had ever hoped and dreamed of. Her heart squeezed in agony just thinking of him leaving.

Once he was gone, Carol decided she was going to pack up and head out of town one way or another. She wouldn’t wait any longer for a car. She would just take the bus and get out of here.


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Chapter 5 Lost in her thoughts, Carol didn’t notice that the

fireworks had ended, but when Pete stood up and put his beard back on, she was pulled out of her daydream and back into the present.

“What is going on?” she asked, her head cocked to the side looking up at him.

“They just announced that all men dressed in green were to come up front. They are getting ready to pick the leprechaun of the year.”

“Good luck. I’ll be rooting for you,” Carol said, although she knew he couldn’t win since he didn’t live in Shamrock. She stood up and helped to straighten out his fake beard. For a second their eyes met, Pete reached up and took her hands in his.

“I already feel so lucky.” “Why is that?” “Because I met you.” He pulled his beard down, bent

over and placed a kiss on her lips. “I’m the luckiest man in Shamrock, Texas.”


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Carol stood stunned, her heart pounding and fluttering, electric shocks pulsating on her lips. As she watched him make his way through the crowd she could not stop her heart from wishing that Pete would stay in Shamrock. Then she would feel like the luckiest woman in town.

Carol watched as a group of men, dressed as leprechauns, formed a line on the stage. There were many jokes passed around the crowd but finally everyone quieted down. Joe stepped up to the microphone. He had won “leprechaun of the year” last year, so it was his job to announce the winner for this year.

“Ladies and gentlemen of Shamrock, Texas,” Joe began in his deep bellowing voice. “You see before you a fine group of leprechauns. Only one can be chosen to represent Shamrock for the upcoming year. It has been a difficult decision but this year I’m proud to announce our new Leprechaun of the year is also the newest member of our town.”

Carol scanned the line of men wondering which one had just recently moved to town. With their beards on she wasn’t able to recognize all of the men.

Just then Joe completed his announcement. “The winner is, Mr. Pete Bowler.”

Carol watched, amazed as Pete stepped forward and accepted the green crown. His striking smile spread across his face.

Carol was confused. She didn’t understand how he could have been chosen. The crown was only given to a person who lived in Shamrock. No visitors or outsiders


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could win the crown. Then she remembered Joe stating that Pete was the newest member of the town. She wondered what he had meant.

After a round of applause, Joe placed the crown on Pete’s head. The crowd started shouting for a speech, so Pete stepped up to the microphone.

“Thank you, everyone,” he began. “Most of you don’t know me at all, but I have every intention of getting to know each one of you. I’m not sure what I will have to do as Leprechaun of the year, but I hope to do my very best to represent the true spirit of Shamrock, Texas.”

The crowd loved his speech; everyone was cheering. Joe started talking again and the crowd quieted down some.

Pete made his way back towards Carol. Along the path, he got many slaps on the back from men who had not dressed as leprechauns, and welcoming smiles from all the single ladies. But his eyes sought out only one lady, Carol.

When Pete reached her, Carol turned questioning eyes toward him. “Is it true, are you moving here?”

“Yes, I told Joe about it today. That’s what we were talking about when you were getting ready,” he admitted. “I wanted to tell you all day long but the moment just wasn’t right.”

“You can’t be serious. Why would you want to move to a little town like this?”

“I’ve been praying to find a place like Shamrock to call home all my life. When I first saw this town, I felt like I had found my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It didn't take much for God to confirm it in my heart.”


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Carol just stared at him. “What about your job?” I’ve spent some time looking around, and I’ve already

found the building I want to rent for my office. I know that God led me here.”

“Oh,” Carol answered gloomily. Pete looked at her in surprise. “Why so sad, don’t you

want me to move to your town?” “Sure, that’s great for you.” She didn't sound very

enthusiastic. “It’s just that I have spent so long praying about leaving Shamrock, and I am planning on going soon. It's just a surprise to me that you would want to live here.”

“Well, what does God have to say about that? Has He given you peace about leaving?”

She shook her head. “Not really.” “Is there anything that could make you want stay

here?” Pete asked her seriously. Interesting thoughts flashed through Carol’s mind. “You know your mother’s favorite Bible verse is right.

Your lines have been drawn in a pleasant place, but you just haven’t ever learned to appreciate it here.”

“If I had a husband and the hopes of raising a family, I might want to stay, but really Pete, you are the first date I’ve had in years,” Carol admitted. “There aren’t any prospects for me here, no matter how beautiful the sun sets are. I have not been lucky enough to meet anyone who could make me want to stay.”

“What about me?” Pete took her hand in his. “What about you?” She stared at their intertwined

hands. “You’ve met me now.”


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“Yeah, but you don’t want someone like me, I’m not in your league.”

He cocked his head sideways. “My league, what does that mean?”

“You are a lawyer, and handsome and kind and funny...”

“Whoa.” Pete interrupted. “I’m nothing all that special, and you are just as pretty and kind and funny as I am.”

“I’m also poor and under educated. All I’ve ever done is work in the U-Drop Inn. You are educated and I only finished high school.”

“None of that matters,” Pete insisted. “I wish I could believe you,” Carol gulped down the

tears that were threatening to spill out. Pete stepped closer, leaned over and whispered, “I

love you just the way you are.” “You love me?” Carol asked surprised. “Yes, and I want you to marry me. I want you to stay

right here in Shamrock, Texas. I want us to raise our family here, and celebrate St. Patrick’s Day every year for the rest of our lives.”

Carol’s thoughts of leaving town and heading off down Route 66 disappeared when she saw the sincerity and love alight in Pete’s eyes.

“Will you marry me Carol, and stay in Shamrock?” Carol wrapped her arms around him and almost

shouted. “Yes, I will!” Pete picked her up and swung her around, then kissed

her soundly on the lips. After he set her down, he hugged her tightly again.


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Carol smiled up at him as he pressed his lips against her forehead and whispered, “I really am the luckiest man in Shamrock, Texas.”


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Epilogue Carol stood in front of the mirror for several minutes

looking at herself in the white silk wedding gown. It didn’t seem real, but today was her wedding day. It had been exactly one year since Pete asked her to marry him. They had spent the year dating and getting to know one another. Both of them were convinced now they were ready to get married. They were sure this was God’s plan for their futures.

She and Pete had decided to get married on St. Patrick’s Day. They wouldn’t miss any of the celebration because they had arranged to have the wedding in the morning, and then they would attend the celebration.

They couldn't miss the events because Pete would have to turn his leprechaun of the year crown over to someone new.

Joe was so happy for them, he had consented to close the U-Drop Inn in order to walk Carol up the aisle of the church and give her to Pete.

Joe knocked on the door and opened it a crack.


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“Carol, the music is starting.” Carol smiled when she saw him dressed in a black

tuxedo with a shamrock green cummerbund around his waist. As she turned to join Joe, she noticed her Bible on the table. She hesitated for just a minute, picked it up and turn to her very favorite verse.

The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; yes, I have a goodly heritage” (Psalm 16:6)

As Carol walked down the aisle towards Pete she thought about how lucky she really was.

Thank You, Lord, Carol silently prayed as Pete slipped the green emerald wedding ring on her finger. My lines have fallen in a pleasant place, my wonderful hometown Shamrock, Texas.


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This book is dedicated to my beautiful daughter Shelby Lilly who helped in the editing and idea.

The characters and events portrayed in the book are

fictitious. Any similarity to a real person, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. There is an

actual town called Shamrock, Texas.


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TERESA IVES LILLY

Teresa Ives Lilly loves to write Christian Fiction. In general, she writes novella length romance, but has been known to write a mystery or two and full-length novels.

Her novel, “Orphan Train Bride” quickly went to number one on Amazon’s best seller list and stayed in the top ten for two weeks when first published.

She has participated in many novella collections which have also been on the Amazon’s best seller list.

Teresa would love to hear from her readers. Readers can follow Teresa at www.teresalilly.wordpress.com

Teresa is always thankful for positive reviews left on Amazon for her books.

Teresa resides in San Antonio, Texas

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