Up To No Good: Book 4 Georgie B. Goode Gypsy Caravan Cozy Mystery by Marg McAlister
Authors: Marg McAlister
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that set the crystal ringing. “Let someone else do it. You can make enough money from everything else we do.”
“I can’t . I’ve already set thing in motion. I’ve made promises.” He gave up on Georgie and focused on Tammy. “I’ll be careful. I don’t want to get shot again.”
“If you go ahead with this, it won’t be the preppers you have to worry about,” Tammy said pointedly. “You’ve ‘made some promises’? You made promises to us too. Did you forget?”
“Tams.” He looked hunted. If Georgie hadn’t been so annoyed with him, she would have enjoyed his discomfiture.
“Rosa was right,” Tammy said. “She said as a boy you were always up to no good. Always plotting, always planning the next scheme. She says there’s hope for you, but sometimes I wonder.” She tapped the cast on his arm. “You got out of it lightly this time. Forget this idea, Jerry, or I’m out.”
He stared at her.
Everybody else found something interesting to hold their attention while they waited.
After a moment, Jerry said, “What kind of out?”
“Out of your life, Jerry.” Tammy held his eye firmly. “I shot people for you. I swore I’d never shoot a living creature again, but I did it for you. I’ll never do it again.”
Jerry drew in a deep breath.
He stood up, and walked across to stare out of the door of the RV at the lights from trailers and at the late-night groups strumming guitars or laughing over stories.
Their scene, thought Georgie, watching him. Their wonderful, safe, happy retro scene. The life she and Tammy and Layla loved.
Jerry tapped his fingers on the doorframe. Then he turned, shrugged, and opened his hands outward, the cast on his arm making the gesture awkward. “OK. I’ll outsource it. Just as we do now.”
Tammy raised an eyebrow.
He said stiffly, “I’m sorry. I really am sorry, Tams.” He held her gaze, and they could all see the tic in his jaw while he waited.
Wow , thought Georgie. I think he is.
Tammy made him suffer for another few seconds, and then relented. “OK.”
“Tams?” He held out his arms, and she bounced up and walked into a hug.
Georgie let out a pent-up breath. Her poker-faced brother hadn’t been able to hide his true emotions when it really counted. He wasn’t stupid enough to let Tammy go.
Maybe he wasn’t always up to no good.
More About Georgie
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Read more about Great Grandma Rosa…
Whether she wanted to believe it or not, from birth Georgie was destined to follow in Great-Grandma Rosa’s footsteps—as well as inherit her crystal ball!
Here’s your chance to find out more about the crabby old lady that Georgie sees as a kind of taciturn genie. Visit my website below and get your complimentary copy of Rosa’s story in “Fortune’s Wheel”! (And there will be more bonus books to follow!)
http://georgiebgoode.com
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“I can’t . I’ve already set thing in motion. I’ve made promises.” He gave up on Georgie and focused on Tammy. “I’ll be careful. I don’t want to get shot again.”
“If you go ahead with this, it won’t be the preppers you have to worry about,” Tammy said pointedly. “You’ve ‘made some promises’? You made promises to us too. Did you forget?”
“Tams.” He looked hunted. If Georgie hadn’t been so annoyed with him, she would have enjoyed his discomfiture.
“Rosa was right,” Tammy said. “She said as a boy you were always up to no good. Always plotting, always planning the next scheme. She says there’s hope for you, but sometimes I wonder.” She tapped the cast on his arm. “You got out of it lightly this time. Forget this idea, Jerry, or I’m out.”
He stared at her.
Everybody else found something interesting to hold their attention while they waited.
After a moment, Jerry said, “What kind of out?”
“Out of your life, Jerry.” Tammy held his eye firmly. “I shot people for you. I swore I’d never shoot a living creature again, but I did it for you. I’ll never do it again.”
Jerry drew in a deep breath.
He stood up, and walked across to stare out of the door of the RV at the lights from trailers and at the late-night groups strumming guitars or laughing over stories.
Their scene, thought Georgie, watching him. Their wonderful, safe, happy retro scene. The life she and Tammy and Layla loved.
Jerry tapped his fingers on the doorframe. Then he turned, shrugged, and opened his hands outward, the cast on his arm making the gesture awkward. “OK. I’ll outsource it. Just as we do now.”
Tammy raised an eyebrow.
He said stiffly, “I’m sorry. I really am sorry, Tams.” He held her gaze, and they could all see the tic in his jaw while he waited.
Wow , thought Georgie. I think he is.
Tammy made him suffer for another few seconds, and then relented. “OK.”
“Tams?” He held out his arms, and she bounced up and walked into a hug.
Georgie let out a pent-up breath. Her poker-faced brother hadn’t been able to hide his true emotions when it really counted. He wasn’t stupid enough to let Tammy go.
Maybe he wasn’t always up to no good.
More About Georgie
** Don’t forget…I have a FREE book for you! **
Read more about Great Grandma Rosa…
Whether she wanted to believe it or not, from birth Georgie was destined to follow in Great-Grandma Rosa’s footsteps—as well as inherit her crystal ball!
Here’s your chance to find out more about the crabby old lady that Georgie sees as a kind of taciturn genie. Visit my website below and get your complimentary copy of Rosa’s story in “Fortune’s Wheel”! (And there will be more bonus books to follow!)
http://georgiebgoode.com
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