Clutches and Curses by Dorothy Howell

Author:Dorothy Howell [Howell, Dorothy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Mystery, Women Sleuths
ISBN: 9780758253309
Google: MbOlWEG3pakC
Amazon: 0758253303
Barnesnoble: 0758253303
Goodreads: 9260478
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2011-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

My room at the Culver Inn didn’t seem quite so bad when I crawled into the bed. Anyplace would be better than Stephanie’s house. I switched off the light, hoping I could fall asleep right away, but too many things kept popping up in my mind.

The list of reasons for me to dislike being at Stephanie’s house tonight was understandably long and justified. But I couldn’t help thinking maybe there was more to it than the obvious.

Had I seen my future with Ty in Stephanie’s living room? If I moved in with Ty, would he expect me to cook and clean? Wash his underwear?

Oh my God. What if I got pregnant? Ty was hardly around now. What would it be like if we had kids? Would I turn into kind-of-psycho Stephanie?

Not a great feeling.

I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Dim light filtered in around the curtains, casting thin shadows across the hopelessly out of style popcorn ceiling.

Maybe tonight I’d seen my could-have-been past.

Robbie Freedman. What if he’d dated me instead of Courtney? I’d never learned why the two of them had broken up after high school, but what if Robbie and I had dated and stayed together? What if we’d gotten married?

Would I already be kind-of-psycho Stephanie?

Maybe she and I would have been best friends, somehow, filling our days changing diapers and organizing play groups, and our nights trying to forget it all with bottles of red wine.

Yeah, okay, enough of that scenario, I decided, and sat up.

The image of Jack bloomed in my mind.

Where was he tonight, I wondered? Had he gone back to Los Angeles? Was he still here in Vegas? I imagined him at a hot club on The Strip, looking hot, acting hot, hanging out with hot people.

I wondered, too, if he was thinking about me—which was really bad, I know. Was he wondering if I was having hot sex with Ty right now? Would he care?

My cell phone rang. Ty, according to the caller I.D. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table and saw that it was after two.

Okay, that was weird. Ty almost never stayed up past ten o’clock.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I figured your voicemail would pick up.” His voice sounded deep and mellow. “I couldn’t sleep. I was lying here missing you.”

Jeez, what kind of crappy girlfriend was I, thinking about Jack and hot sex, when my official boyfriend was calling just to tell me he missed me?

“Want to have phone sex?” I asked.

Yeah, okay, maybe that was overcompensating a little.

“That doesn’t really work for me,” Ty said, and chuckled. “I’m more of a hands-on kind of guy, as you know.”

Oh, yeah, I knew that all right.

“Have you thought about our earlier conversation?” he asked.

Our conversation about moving in together.

This probably wasn’t a good time to mention that I’d also been thinking about Jack Bishop and Robbie Freedman.

“Of course,” I said.

“Good,” Ty said. “As long as you’re thinking about it.”

I appreciated that he wasn’t pushing me.

“Have you checked your e-mail?” Ty asked.

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