Good grief. Sitting here for an hour was probably going to add another couple hundred questions to the list. The first of which was exactly why did Gertie think her doormat of a friend had killed her husband? And a close second was, why didn’t that thought seem to bother her much? Even the murder...
How embarrassing was that? The woman outright called him a pansy for wearing a life vest, and there he sat wearing a bright orange, buoyant pillow. It was like deer-hunting season on water. Still, he had to admit the life vest made him feel a little better about his longevity. Dorie cut the boa...
“What good is a day off if you’re held hostage?” Mildred looked over the counter, one eyebrow raised. “Don’t see any handcuffs from where I sit, but if you keep throwing yourself onto my lobby furniture, I might find a pair.” “If you’re looking for something to do,” Helena said, “one of the cooks...
Luc sat at the dock in his Jeep and stared at her with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. Okay, so it probably wasn’t an everyday sight, but did he have to laugh? She glared at him as she climbed up in his Jeep. “What? You’ve never seen a woman in a dress before, LeJeune?”Luc shook his head. “...
I had set the big finish in motion and really wanted to see her run into Luc’s arms and hear them pledge their undying love. Deep down, I’m a romantic. It was news to me as well, but if I could handle it, everyone else could too. Then she took a detour into Sabine’s shop. Stonewalled! I slipped ...