Love is a Many Splintered Thing by Jamie Lee Scott

Love is a Many Splintered Thing by Jamie Lee Scott

Author:Jamie Lee Scott [Scott, Jamie Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Novels & Coffee
Published: 2019-01-14T16:00:00+00:00



Since I only had to track down one of the frat boys, and mine wasn’t even a high school graduate, much less a frat boy, I asked Charles to run backgrounds on Alan, Kendra, Georgia, and Bruce. And while we were at it, Emily.

“There are a few revelations here,” I said.

“Some things Kendra forgot to mention. Let’s see if it comes up in conversation.”

“Sounds good,” I said.

Charles looked at his watch. “Okay, I’ll give you twenty minutes to pretty yourself up, then we will make plans to meet back in two hours. Do you think that’ll be enough time to question at least Cal and maybe the Wallis couple?”

“Let’s hope so,” I said.

Charles left me in peace, and I locked the bathroom door while I showered and made myself presentable. With the cabin door disabled, I didn’t want anyone walking in on me. I didn’t put on a short skirt, but I did slip into a fashionable dress, the hem well above the knee. I assessed myself in the full-length mirror. I really needed a tan! The self-tanner from the previous night had already begun to fade in spots, and my skin looked splotchy.

Armed with the pages Charles printed, and the cabin numbers of the people we needed to chat with, I hung my oversized beach bag on my shoulder and left.

The problem now was how to find my target on this massive ship. I decided to do it the easy way and go to the cabin where Cal and the boys slept. I say slept, because I doubted they did much more than that in there.

I took the elevator to the correct floor, then strolled down the hall as if headed to my own room. I wanted to look casual in case I ran into any of the guys, not look like a woman on a mission.

I paused outside the door to their cabin, took a deep breath, then knocked. From inside, I heard a grumpy, “What?”

I almost said, “Housekeeping,” but that was so cliché. In my sexiest voice, I said, “I’m looking for Cal.”

About thirty seconds passed. I heard some movement, but I couldn’t make it out. When the door opened, a fit man with straight brown hair and dark eyes stood close to the door frame with the door opened only inches. According to his description in my papers, this had to be Ken.

“Who are you?” Ken asked.

“I’m Mimi, and you must be Ken.”

He opened the door wider to reveal a toned upper body and plaid boxer shorts. “Do I know you?”

I smiled and winked, and immediately felt like an idiot. “Not yet, but I’m sure we’ll get to know each other before the end of the cruise.”

He ran his fingers through the top of his hair. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Ouch, that stung a little. Maybe I hadn’t put enough into it, or maybe I’d lost my touch. I hadn’t gone out on decoy gigs for months. We weren’t getting calls to catch cheating husbands in the act as much as we were getting calls to catch cheating wives.


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