Travis had said he was sure Joy had blackmailed Greg into joining Dates of Joy. It sure made sense to me. From the moment I saw him cuddled up with that brunet beauty at Simon’s Steak House, I could not for the life of me figure out why a guy like Greg would need Joy’s services. I looked up his a...
Hurlbutt. If he’d really been tailing me, would he have been foolish enough to stay right behind me where I could see his face in my rearview mirror? Of course not! Mr. Hurlbutt was a mild-mannered milquetoast who couldn’t even talk back to his wife, let alone harm anyone. I’d been absolutely nut...
