Passport to Peril Mystery - 02 - Top O' the Mournin' by Maddy Hunter

Author:Maddy Hunter
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2004-01-06T06:00:00+00:00

We kindly ask that you use bath salts when the whirlpool is in operation. For long, quiet soaks without the whirlpool, we recommend liberal use of our bubble bath.

Hmm. Okay. This wasn't so bad. We could frolic in the whirlpool tonight and indulge ourselves in a hot bubble bath tomorrow night. Something to look forward to.

Returning my attention to the jar beside the bubble bath, I dumped a small scoop of bath salts into the tub, then looked over my handiwork. Okay, the bathroom was ready except for lighting the candles. Now I had to get me ready. I closed the bathroom door, muting the sound of the whirlpool to a softer hrrrrrmmmm.

I opened my suitcase, stashing clothes into drawers and hanging them up as I considered what to wear. Since I'd packed for warmth, I was short on sexy sleepwear, so I figured I needed to improvise. I stripped down to my undies and covered up with a teal satin wrap that hung to mid-thigh and tied at the waist. Now the question was, should I unpin my hair from its bun, or should I let Etienne have the pleasure of doing it while we were in the tub?

Knock knock knock.

I peered at the door. Wow. That was quick. Lucky me to fall in love with a man who boasted the competence of a German, the grace of a Frenchman, and the testosterone of an Italian. Jittery with excitement, I crossed the room and opened the door.

"Men can be such pigs!" cried Jackie as she burst into the room. "I sneak out of the entertainment to check on Tom, and guess what I find him doing?"

My first choice would have been "boinking the maid," but since one maid was dead and the other had probably punched out for the day, I went with choice number two. "Trying on your underwear?"

"No! He was talking on his cell phone. Long distance. To his high school girlfriend!"

"I thought he had a migraine."

"He gave himself one of those expensive injections and it went away."

I peeked into the hall. No Etienne. Good thing. I closed the door on the music and foot-pounding and eyed the pocketbook Jackie had tossed onto the bed. Actually, it was a little bigger than a pocketbook. It looked more like--Uh-oh. "What's that?" I said, nodding toward the bag.

"My overnight bag. I'm spending the night."

"WHAT?"

"I can't stay with Tom! He's cheating on me! Where else am I going to go?"

"Well, you can't stay here! I'm about to have sex!"

Jackie flung herself into one of the boudoir chairs by the fireplace and made a sweeping gesture with her hand. "Have at it. It won't be anything I haven't seen before."

"I am not about to have sex in front of you!"

"There was a time when all you could think of was having sex in front of me." She flopped her hand back and forth at the wrist as she elucidated. "In front of me, behind me, on top of me, beneath me." She cocked her head toward the bathroom.

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