Lucky Stiff by Deborah Coonts

Author:Deborah Coonts [Coonts, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Cool Gus Publishing
Published: 2014-07-26T00:00:00+00:00

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FLASH made it, well... in a flash. I had barely plowed through three ribs and had a fork poised over the potato salad when she arrived.

She tossed her bag at my feet. “I found your Mary Swearingen Makepeace. You are so not gonna like it.” She pointed at my plate. “But first, I’ve gotta get me one of those. I’m wasting away standing here.”

As she sashayed away, I narrowed my eyes at her full-sized behind. She didn’t seem in imminent danger of emaciation to me.

Stuffed into a pair of painted-on jeans, she balanced on towering hot pink stilettos. Her lush figure cinched in by a tight belt, her double denvers threatening to bust loose from her tight white tee shirt with Bob Marley stenciled on the front, Flash turned every male head in the place.

Like her wardrobe, everything about Flash Gordon was overstated, from her red hair to her full lips painted a pouty pink to her in-your-face personality. Hanging out with her was like being strapped to the back of a honeybee—exhilarating, nauseating, terrifying—and sometimes life-threatening. That girl had a nose for trouble.

God knew what she’d dug up on Mary Swearingen Makepeace. Milking me like this meant she’d found something good. Her stonewalling would normally light my short fuse, but since I had food to keep me happy, I let her have her fun.

I was busy stuffing a Chinese egg roll in my mouth when she returned. Two continents down, three to go, and I was already full. I couldn’t remember being this much off my feed before—except for that time I got food poisoning and darn near died.

Flash plopped two fully laden plates on the table, then her heinie in the chair. “I’m a two-fisted eater. So sue me.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Not out loud.” She took a huge bite out of a hamburger, oozing cheese and mayo—a little splotch dribbled on her chin, but she didn’t notice—or, if she did, she didn’t care. With her mouth full, she leaned over and grabbed an egg roll off my plate, adding it to the pile on hers, then gave me a grin—hard to do with her mouth full.

I narrowed my eyes at her—she knew I considered swiping other people’s food a capital offense.

She swallowed the bite of hamburger, then grabbed a cube of watermelon off my plate and popped it into her mouth, her eyes dancing with glee as they challenged me.

Pushing my plate out of her easy reach, I cleared the table in front of me.

“Is that all you’re going to eat? Are you pregnant or something?” She eyed me, a look of horror on her face.

Crossing my arms, I raised one eyebrow at her. When I pointed to her chin, she dabbed at it with her napkin.

“Okay, okay.” She wolfed another bite of burger then started paraphrasing the notes she kept in her head, her mind like a steel trap. “Do you remember a guy named Joseph Ferenti?”

“The name doesn’t strike a chord.”

“He was a fight promoter out of Atlantic City—strictly smalltime.

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