Eye Spy (Liza Radley Housewife Detective Chronicles) by Jenna Mattison

Author:Jenna Mattison [Mattison, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Rochester Books
Published: 2013-07-09T04:00:00+00:00

56

Jack is waiting impatiently on the front stoop of the shop as I pull up to the curb and miss a parking meter by a fraction of an inch. He shakes his head in mock disgust and swiftly slides into the passenger seat.

“I can’t believe you even passed drivers-ed.”

I shoot him a look. “With flying colors actually.”

“You let the teacher peek at those gams no doubt.”

“Pervert.”

I pull away before he has a chance to buckle up and head off to the manicured haven of Mr. Bentley’s neighborhood.

We park across the street from the office building under an auburn-leafed tree and settle in for what promises to be a long humdrum day of “spying.” Trying to divert boredom as long as possible, I play a little game in my head of naming all the species of trees lining the street and surrounding the office buildings. Seems like cork oaks and maples were really popular in this area. The developer also seems to have an affinity for boxwood hedges, since there are endless rows tucked beneath planter boxes and clipped closely. Mr. B’s office landscape in particular is chock-full of them and boasts some well-groomed specimens that line the sidewalk towards the glass-encased doorway. I quickly grow disinterested in the mind-numbing activity and return to studying Jack’s profile as he does the crossword in the Globe. He looks like some sort of Greek god, the straight Roman nose, the chiseled jaw. He’s got a generous helping of five o’clock shadow today, which I’ve always found wildly attractive. He’s halfway through the crossword and is sucking on the end of his pen (which for some bizarre reason is incredibly erotic and makes me tingly all over).

“Isn’t your Ma coming to town soon?” he blurts out of the blue, breaking the spell.

“Uhhh, yeah. Today. I pick her up from Logan at three,” I reply.

“Logan after two-thirty is gridlock.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m really looking forward to it,” I say, the words dripping with sarcasm, as I give him an insincere smile and bat my eyes coquettishly.

“You sure are one handsome dame, Liza Radley.”

The statement catches me off guard and I think I may have blushed. “Handsome? Gee thanks,” I say indifferently, hiding behind my glib façade.

Jack returns his attention to the crossword and leaves my belly aflutter.

Damn this insufferably sexy man.

Lunchtime rolls around and we have accomplished nothing except discovering that I royally suck as a crossword partner.

“Okay, so this stakeout thing is going a bit too slow for my taste,” Jack says with a yawn.

“No kidding. Sheesh. I’m aging over here.”

“So how about on Monday night, when you’re done gallivanting with your mom, we do a little B&E into the blue blood’s office?”

“I like the way you’re thinking, Jackie boy,” I say with a conspiratorial wink. “And I won’t just be gallivanting, I’ll be apartment hunting too. I rented the house to a dashing professor.”

“Dashing, huh?”

“What, you think you’re the only one that can talk like you’re in a Bogart movie?”

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn about how ‘dashing’ some cat is.

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