Crazy in Paradise by Brown Deborah

Author:Brown, Deborah [Brown, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Paradise Books, LLC
Published: 2011-07-01T05:00:00+00:00

Mother and I returned to our cars. “Do you like him?” she asked.

“Yes, I do. Now stop, there’s nothing going on. How about I take you to dinner?”

“I can’t. Poker night’s at my house tonight. I need to pick up the food before the deli closes. Why don’t you come over?”

“Next time.” If these women were anything like the last bunch, they’d be ruthless. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Mother flew out of the driveway and down the street. She drove like a crazy woman.

I sat in front of Spoon’s trying to decide what I should pick up for dinner. My only other choice was to go home and cook. Who was I kidding? Cooking for me these days consisted of me buying something that I could easily heat in the microwave.

A black Escalade with dark tinted windows and a big antenna on top blew by. Had to be Zach; no one else in town had an SUV like his. What was he doing down here? I hesitated, then rolled out of the driveway and followed him.

In the distance, he slowed, made a right turn, and I followed. Before the electric gates closed, I caught a glimpse of the Thunderbird.

What the heck was this place? From the exterior it appeared to be a pair of run-down warehouse buildings. I looked for a sign, but I already knew the businesses down here weren’t much for advertising. I made a U-turn in time to spy Zach walking up the stairs. He opened the door at the top and disappeared inside. The security gates were the only way in, with no buzzer, no intercom. On each corner of the top of the buildings were security cameras.

I wanted to make another U-turn, but I didn’t want to get caught on one of the cameras, so I drove home. His offices? Who was this guy? It wasn’t fair he knew a lot about me, and felt free to walk in and out of my house at all hours. Where did he live? I have a pretend boyfriend who has no time for a pretend girlfriend, let alone a real one. One evening out, one sexual romp – what was that, anyway? One thing for sure, it had begun to feel like a one night stand.

In my driveway, I remembered I had forgotten all about dinner. Thank goodness for frozen waffles.

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