Beach Bags And Burglaries (A Haley Randolph Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
Luke said my name in a mellow voice that made my stomach feel gooey and my toes curl. But I didn’t want a gooey stomach or curling toes. This was a no-men vacation, and if I felt those things while I was here I sure as heck didn’t want Luke to be the one who caused them—not after what he’d done the last time we were together. “Luke,” I said, and, darn it, my voice sounded all gooey and toe-curly. He had on khaki cargo shorts and a shirt with palm trees on it, standard resort wear that somehow made him look more rugged and masculine. The breeze ruffled his dark hair “How have you been?” he asked. Luke had the most awesome green eyes. They seemed to look straight through me, somehow, and see my inner thoughts—or maybe that was his FBI training. “Great. I’ve been great,” I said. It wasn’t really true, but I certainly wasn’t going to tell Luke what my life had been like lately. “How about you?” I asked. He nodded thoughtfully and said, “Okay. Just okay.”
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