Of course she really wouldn’t have done anything to him, at least I didn’t think so. After Ross had gone, I’d eaten a fresh blueberry muffin that I’d baked and then climbed into the shower to get ready for my lunch with Kent. He was picking me up so that we could eat at Grits and Gravy Bistro, a small place that had recently opened in town. I’d been wanting to try the food for weeks. I’d decided to wear a blue and white striped jersey dress with silver sandals. As I passed by the living room window, movement caught my attention. A man stood in the middle of my front yard snapping photos with his cell phone. I marched over and swung the door open. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I yelled at the blond man in my front yard. He looked as if he’d been caught in the midst of a major crime. “Ross Perkins sent me.” That just made me even more furious.
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