Page 16 of Easton Island: A Wedding to Remember
“While you’re here, maybe you can help. Greg can’t seem to figure out why these front porch lights are flickering. It’s driving me nuts.” Ronni reached inside and flipped the light switch.
The porch lights—one on each side of the door—began flickering.
Morgan chuckled. “It’s like strobe lights.”
“And driving me batty,” Ronni sighed. “I hope it’s not some sort of short.”
Jax hopped off the tailgate and climbed the steps. He reached past Ronni, turned the lights off, and then back on. The flickering resumed. “It’s the bulbs.”
Ronni appeared skeptical. “Those bulbs are brand new.”
“Was it flickering before you changed them?”
“No.”
“I stand by my assessment. Change out the bulbs.”
Ronni placed her hand on her hip. “I bought a box of these because they were on sale. I didn’t know there was such a thing as a bad brand of bulbs.”
“It happens. Now you know why they were on sale. Being cheap doesn’t always pay.”
Ronni frowned. “Thank you for your expert opinion, although I doubt it’s the bulbs.”
Jax shrugged. “Suit yourself. When you get tired of the disco lighting, try swapping them out.”
“I will.” Ronni mumbled something unintelligible under her breath and Morgan quickly looked away to hide her smile.
Jax and Ronni were like oil and water. The two butted heads at the drop of a hat. Morgan could count on one hand the number of times they’d been in the same room and not argued.
According to what she’d been told, their animosity toward one another began decades ago. Ronni was Morgan’s mother, Laura’s best friend, while Jax was Rhett, Morgan’s father’s closest ally.
During and even after her parent’s split, the battle lines were drawn. Both had taken sides. Even after Laura fled the island, followed years later by Rhett’s death, the animosity continued. At least that was the official version.
Morgan suspected the feud may have started with them each choosing sides, but had evolved into something else. Ronni and Jax were attracted to each other, a feeling both vehemently denied.
The trio finished loading the chairs. Jax shut the tailgate and shaded his eyes. “You did something different to your hair.”
Ronni absentmindedly tugged on a wayward curl.
“He’s right.” Morgan studied her shimmering highlights. “You highlighted your hair. It looks nice.”
“Thank you,” Ronni primly replied. “I got tired of looking at all of the gray.”
“I best get going.” Jax pulled his keys from his pocket.
Morgan couldn’t resist. “What do you think, Jax?”
“About what?”
“Ronni’s hair.”
“I-uh.” Jax cleared his throat, appearing extremely uncomfortable at being put on the spot. “It’s okay.”
“You don’t like it,” Ronni bluntly replied.
“I wouldn’t say I don’t like it. It’s…different.”
“Different in a good way or a bad way?”
