Not Quite Perfect (Oakland Hills Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
April asked herself. It was Sunday afternoon. She stood in the kitchen, staring out the window at the early evening fog shrouding San Francisco and the Golden Gate. I practically invited him to dinner. “Did you baste the birdie?” Trixie called out from the living room, where she was playing the piano. Zack had called from the road from Bakersfield and expected to arrive any minute. April poured herself a glass of iced tea. “Yes!” she called, taking a sip. The unfortunate fowl was already out of the oven and resting under foil. Stool was sprawled on the floor by the refrigerator, on his back with all three legs in the air. She squatted down and scratched his belly, smiling as he panted his appreciation. Dogs were better than men in so many ways. Because of Zack, she’d changed her outfit six times, settling on an old sundress with combat boots (a classic combo). She’d painted her nails. She’d put on her favorite cobalt-blue eyeliner. She’d cooked a chicken. “I’m such a dork,”
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