Pink Jinx by Sandra Hill

Author:Sandra Hill [Hill, Sandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780446616522
Publisher: New York : Warner Vision, 2006.
Published: 2006-11-01T07:00:00+00:00

Finally, it was Veronica’s turn. “He wouldn’t!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, he would,” her grandfather said gleefully behind her.

It was Jake standing at the front of a huge powerboat, the kind usually seen on ESPN Outdoors engaged in big fish tournaments, marlin or bass or something, she told herself with hysterical irrelevance. He wore a black baseball cap, a black T-shirt, black sunglasses, and black jeans.

Just like a cat burglar. Where that idea came from, she had no clue, except he was in a boat driven by Anthony Menotti, who certainly must have engaged in a burglary or two.

“Why now?” she asked herself.

But her grandfather heard. “Better late than never.”

She turned abruptly and speared him with a glare. “Did you have something to do with Jake being here?”

“Yes. No.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Which is it?”

“I kinda kept asking him to come. But that’s not why he’s here. You’re the reason he’s here.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Flossie said. “It’s like a knight in shining armor comes to save his lady fair.” Everyone turned to gape at Flossie, who raised her chin and said, “It’s true.”

Caleb repeated the same expletive he’d used on first recognizing the riders in the boat.

Is he jealous? Why? All we shared was a kiss. Hah! That was more than a kiss, and we both know it.

“Except that her knight is riding a bass boat, and the only thing he’s saving her from is getting boinked by Peach.” That was Brenda’s witty opinion.

Veronica gasped. “Brenda!”

Caleb flinched at Brenda’s insight.

Adam said to Caleb, “Hey! Have you been hustling my girl behind my back? You scuzzball!”

“She’s not your girl,” Caleb defended himself.

“I am not your girl,” Veronica said at the same time.

Brenda was laughing so hard she bent over at the waist.

Unhappy with all of them, Veronica turned back to the water. Tony was putting some ropes around an air conditioner and big fan, which John and Adam proceeded to pull up to Sweet Jinx. After that, a set of dumbbells and weights were sent up. Then, Tony sent up a white cooler and some boxes of groceries. In the cooler she saw a plastic container of food and a cool Starbucks coffee.

Oh, my God! I wished for a Starbucks double mocha latte with whipped cream, and here it is, even if the cream is a bit flat. And Brenda wished for the air conditioner and fan. And Caleb said he wished for some weights to help Brenda with her exercises. And my grandfather, the louse, wished for Jake. These Mafia guys were either telepathic or wish fairies.

It was then that she noticed the third rider on the boat. A small person. She squinted to see better. Yes, it was a small person . . . wearing an Indiana Jones-type hat. Good grief! It was Louise Rivard, John’s great-aunt, the one she’d met in that Atlantic City casino.

She looked at John.

“What can I say? Tante Lulu is her own person.”

“Did you invite her?” Frank asked John, not appearing overly concerned.

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