An Ex to Grind in Deadwood (Deadwood Humorous Mystery Book 5) Paperback – September 4, 2014 by Ann Charles
Authors: Ann Charles
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distracting Harvey with a bacon cheeseburger and a wag of her hips.
We spent the next fifteen minutes speculating about Ms. Wolff, Layne, and Cooper. The ten minutes after that were filled with Harvey picking Doc’s brain on some investment opportunities. I took that opportunity to zone out and aimlessly chew on cold French fries, battling a handful of ‘why me’s’ when it came to ghosts, albinos, and retired professional basketball players.
As the waitress collected our plates in exchange for the bill, my cell phone rang. It was Mona.
“Hello?” I said into my phone, nodding at the waitress who wanted to take my plate of half-eaten French fry corpses.
“Violet, where are you?” Mona asked.
“Bighorn Billy’s eating lunch. Why?”
“There’s a gentleman here looking for you. He says he saw your billboard and is interested in talking to you.”
“Great.” I grimaced, imagining what kind of client that billboard would lure. “Is he legit you think?”
“Ah, sure.”
“Is he standing in front of you right now?”
“Yes.”
“Is Ray trying to steal him already?”
“Yes.”
“That asshole! Stall for me. I’ll be there in two shakes.”
Doc left money on the table to cover the bill and then some.
“I owe you,” I said as he helped me out of the booth and handed me my blazer.
“You can find a creative way to repay me, Boots.” His eyes twinkled with a mixture of mirth and lust.
Outside the diner, Doc offered to take Harvey back to Aunt Zoe’s where we’d left his pickup this morning. Then he walked me over to the Picklemobile.
“I was serious about coming over this afternoon.” His eyes admired me from head to toe, then he buttoned up my blazer. “I would like a chance to unwrap that dress and see for myself what’s underneath.”
“What’s in it for me?” I flirted, looking up at him from under my lashes.
He caught my hands and pulled me closer. “More of this.”
He tipped my chin and covered my lips with his, coaxing a moan from me. I pressed into his heat, needing his warmth, his touch, and whatever else he was willing to give to me. When he finished lighting wildfires, he stepped back, his gaze as molten as my insides. “You interested?”
Hell, yes! I licked my lips, trying not to let it be obvious how twisted up and over the moon he had me. “Let me see what this client wants and then I’ll be over.”
A horn honked.
I stepped back from Doc and glared over at Harvey, who sat waiting in Doc’s Camaro. The old codger needed to give us a moment. It’s the least he could do after so many nights of sitting at the other end of the couch, keeping me from jumping Doc’s bones after the kids went to bed.
Harvey pointed out the driver’s side window.
I followed his finger. Standing in front of Bighorn Billy’s front doors watching Doc and me with her jaw unhinged, her cheeks bright red, and flames shooting from her eyes, stood Tiffany Sugarbell.
Doc’s ex-girlfriend.
My competitor in real estate marketing ads.
The selling agent for the hotel I was helping Cornelius buy.
The woman Doc once told me was obsessed with winning, competitive on every playing field, including the bedroom.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered, stepping back into Doc, who wrapped his arm around me.
“What’s wrong?”
“We have a problem.”
Judging from the snarl now scrunching Tiffany’s face into what looked like an ancient Maya mask, she did, too—with me locking lips with her ex-boyfriend.
Chapter Six
There were five different ways that Tiffany Sugarbell could turn my world into a living hell, and probably several more that I hadn’t thought of yet.
One, she could try to seduce Doc back between her sheets. The green jealousy monster and I made ugly bedfellows, especially when we spooned.
Two, she could partner with Ray, forming some evil alliance with the aim of ruling over my universe and screwing me out of sales and a job.
Three, she could sleep with Cooper and whisper sweet
We spent the next fifteen minutes speculating about Ms. Wolff, Layne, and Cooper. The ten minutes after that were filled with Harvey picking Doc’s brain on some investment opportunities. I took that opportunity to zone out and aimlessly chew on cold French fries, battling a handful of ‘why me’s’ when it came to ghosts, albinos, and retired professional basketball players.
As the waitress collected our plates in exchange for the bill, my cell phone rang. It was Mona.
“Hello?” I said into my phone, nodding at the waitress who wanted to take my plate of half-eaten French fry corpses.
“Violet, where are you?” Mona asked.
“Bighorn Billy’s eating lunch. Why?”
“There’s a gentleman here looking for you. He says he saw your billboard and is interested in talking to you.”
“Great.” I grimaced, imagining what kind of client that billboard would lure. “Is he legit you think?”
“Ah, sure.”
“Is he standing in front of you right now?”
“Yes.”
“Is Ray trying to steal him already?”
“Yes.”
“That asshole! Stall for me. I’ll be there in two shakes.”
Doc left money on the table to cover the bill and then some.
“I owe you,” I said as he helped me out of the booth and handed me my blazer.
“You can find a creative way to repay me, Boots.” His eyes twinkled with a mixture of mirth and lust.
Outside the diner, Doc offered to take Harvey back to Aunt Zoe’s where we’d left his pickup this morning. Then he walked me over to the Picklemobile.
“I was serious about coming over this afternoon.” His eyes admired me from head to toe, then he buttoned up my blazer. “I would like a chance to unwrap that dress and see for myself what’s underneath.”
“What’s in it for me?” I flirted, looking up at him from under my lashes.
He caught my hands and pulled me closer. “More of this.”
He tipped my chin and covered my lips with his, coaxing a moan from me. I pressed into his heat, needing his warmth, his touch, and whatever else he was willing to give to me. When he finished lighting wildfires, he stepped back, his gaze as molten as my insides. “You interested?”
Hell, yes! I licked my lips, trying not to let it be obvious how twisted up and over the moon he had me. “Let me see what this client wants and then I’ll be over.”
A horn honked.
I stepped back from Doc and glared over at Harvey, who sat waiting in Doc’s Camaro. The old codger needed to give us a moment. It’s the least he could do after so many nights of sitting at the other end of the couch, keeping me from jumping Doc’s bones after the kids went to bed.
Harvey pointed out the driver’s side window.
I followed his finger. Standing in front of Bighorn Billy’s front doors watching Doc and me with her jaw unhinged, her cheeks bright red, and flames shooting from her eyes, stood Tiffany Sugarbell.
Doc’s ex-girlfriend.
My competitor in real estate marketing ads.
The selling agent for the hotel I was helping Cornelius buy.
The woman Doc once told me was obsessed with winning, competitive on every playing field, including the bedroom.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered, stepping back into Doc, who wrapped his arm around me.
“What’s wrong?”
“We have a problem.”
Judging from the snarl now scrunching Tiffany’s face into what looked like an ancient Maya mask, she did, too—with me locking lips with her ex-boyfriend.
Chapter Six
There were five different ways that Tiffany Sugarbell could turn my world into a living hell, and probably several more that I hadn’t thought of yet.
One, she could try to seduce Doc back between her sheets. The green jealousy monster and I made ugly bedfellows, especially when we spooned.
Two, she could partner with Ray, forming some evil alliance with the aim of ruling over my universe and screwing me out of sales and a job.
Three, she could sleep with Cooper and whisper sweet
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