By Janet Evanovich
Pricey Reader:Mercury's in retrograde, and people in Beaumont, South Carolina are facing gossip, scandal, misunderstandings, and extra secrets and techniques than ever. Local pediatrician Maggie Farnsworth has even higher concerns. Her wild-girl prior has stuck up together with her within the kind of her ex-boyfriend, a jailbird who simply flew the coop--and is bent on monitoring down Maggie and her daughter. thankfully, FBI agent Zack Madden is available for defense. regrettably, his presence is popping up the warmth on an charm Maggie easily has no time for...or does she? yet Maggie and Zack are not the one ones getting busy: Fleas, the hound puppy, is as much as his previous tricks--this time with Butterbean, a truly allluring...goat? Jamie fast and millionaire Max Holt have infants at the mind. And resident psychic-slash-astrologer future is combating a weigh down of her personal. because the town's ice cream parlor is a magnet for gossip, not anyone can continue a mystery and the sticky events are becoming even stickier... It's the wildest time but within the city we adore to put in writing approximately, with the characters we will not get sufficient of. So chill out, chill out, and revel in an entire SCOOP of enjoyable, event, and romance.Janet and Charlotte
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She cut the engine in her car and locked the door before turning back for Queenie's car. The man inside seemed to be struggling to open the door. Finally, he pushed hard and climbed out. "Sorry," he said. " He leaned close. "You don't look that dangerous to me," he whispered. Maggie nodded. He wore a black T-shirt that read MAD DOG. "I'm Everest," he said, offering his hand, which was the size of a small ham. Maggie hesitated before taking it, praying he wouldn't crush every bone in her hand, but his touch was surprisingly gentle.
In the direction of that little strip shopping center," Queenie said. "I chased that boy for two blocks before I gave up. " She pointed to her hair. The once-tight curls had come unsprung and jutted from her head like tiny mattress springs. "Mrs. Filbert is having a conniption fit out front. " Maggie looked at Dee Dee. " She opened the door and started down the hall. She could hear Henry's mother wailing from the reception room. "Hurry, Queenie! " Even as tall and lanky as she was, Queenie could not keep up with Maggie.
Maybe if she ate less chocolate the men on her list would look better. "Dr. " Maggie opened her eyes and found Alice, her X-ray technician, standing in the doorway, peering at her from beneath chestnut-colored bangs that needed trimming and reminded Maggie of a sheepdog. " A moment later, Maggie stepped into the X-ray room where a tearful six-year-old Bobby Carmichael sat on the stainless steel table, still holding a wad of tissue to his nose that he'd bloodied after falling from a piece of playground equipment at school.