Beach Bags and Burglaries (A Haley Randolph Mystery) by Dorothy Howell

Author:Dorothy Howell [Howell, Dorothy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2014-07-29T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

“It’s b.s.,” Bella said. “You asks me, it’s b.s.”

Bella, Marcie, and I were seated at a table near the beach bar, watching as Sandy danced with Sebastian. We’d finished our horseback ride, taken a nap, had dinner, and were now having snacks and drinks by tiki torchlight to the sounds of reggae music and the pounding surf.

“I think they make a cute couple,” Marcie said.

“Something’s not right about that guy,” Bella said, shaking her head. “All that talk about owning his own consulting firm? No way. It’s b.s.”

I was with Bella on this one, but I didn’t want anyone to know I’d been suspicious enough to check out Sebastian on the Internet.

“Besides,” Bella said, “this is supposed to be a no-men vacation. I guess we’re changing that now—and me without my lucky panties.”

“You never heard from the security people about your panties?” Marcie asked.

“Not a single word,” Bella grumbled. “Some other woman is wearing my lucky panties—and probably getting lucky. Now that’s b.s.”

Marcie and I shared a glance. I knew we were both thinking that maybe the no-men aspect of our trip wasn’t such a hot idea after all. I was pretty sure that Marcie was still thinking about that first-date guy who hadn’t contacted her. And since Sandy had suggested it earlier today, the thought that Ty might show up at the resort for Yasmin’s wedding kept creeping into my head.

My cell phone rang. My heart jumped, thinking it might be Ty calling. Then my thoughts flashed on Jack—that happens a lot. But when I looked at the caller ID screen I saw that Detective Shuman was calling, and my heart jumped in a totally different way.

“Having fun?” he asked, when I answered.

“Sure,” I said, rising from my chair and stepping away from the table. “I’m on vacation.”

I guess he picked up on something in my voice—he’s a detective, after all—because he said, “Sounds like your trip needs a boost.”

“I’m having a great time,” I said. No way would I admit the truth.

“Sitting on the sidelines when you should be dancing?” Shuman asked.

Okay, that was weird.

“What makes you think I’m—”

“You and your friends should be on the dance floor,” Shuman said.

“How the heck would you know—”

I gasped and whirled around. I spotted Shuman standing near the bar, holding his cell phone up to his ear, and grinning.

Oh my God, I couldn’t believe he was here. And he looked great.

The last time I saw Shuman was when that whole thing with his girlfriend went down—long story—and he’d been a total wreck then. Now, his dark hair was blowing in the breeze. He had a definite island vibe going on with white trousers, a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled back, and flip-flops. He looked rested and rejuvenated.

I slid my phone into my pocket. Marcie and Bella both turned to see what had taken my attention so quickly.

“That’s Shuman. What’s he doing here?” Marcie said. “Wow, he looks awesome.”

“Hey,” Bella said, “I’ve seen that guy come into the store.”

“I’ll be back,” I said.

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