Spying In High Heels by Halliday Gemma

Author:Halliday, Gemma [Halliday, Gemma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Romance, Thriller, Crime, Contemporary, Chick-Lit, Humor
ISBN: 9780843957358
Google: 4bPTrgImjzsC
Amazon: 0843957352
Goodreads: 204479
Publisher: Making It
Published: 2006-06-30T23:00:00+00:00

I was sitting at the edge of a tiled swimming pool, watching a man swim laps. I couldn’t tear my gaze away. His long, sleek form cut through the water, the muscles in his back flexing as he swam for the far side of the pool. It was like a Cool Water commercial, his movements in slow motion so every muscle tensed, every move was exaggerated. As he hit the end of the pool and began swimming back toward me, I felt water falling on me. It was raining. Fat, clear drops hit the glassy surface of the water, making rhythmic sounds like nature’s orchestra.

The man swam closer and I leaned over the edge of the pool to get a closer look. But suddenly I was wearing Strawberry Shortcake high-tops that were three sizes too small and I tripped on the sparkly laces. I began to fall toward the water. It seemed like I was falling forever, as the rain orchestra picked up tempo, plinking out a frantic “William Tell Overa-ture.” I screamed, and the man stopped swimming.

He reached up to catch me. And that’s when I noticed the black panther tattooed on his right bicep.

I opened my eyes, jerking to a sitting position. My gaze whipped wildly around me as if I expected the swimming man to appear. All I saw were the tangled sheets on my bed, harsh sunlight slanting through my windows and a pile of rain-soaked spandex on my floor. All that remained of my dream were the strains of “William Tell,” which seemed to be coming from the region of my purse. I rubbed my eyes, fumbling with sleep-clumsy hands for my cell phone.

“Hello?” I mumbled, still trying to shake the image of Ramirez’s tattooed muscles.

“It’s gone.” Mom’s voice assaulted my ears with a high-pitched screech.

“Mom?” I rolled over to look at the clock on my kitchen wall. Six-thirty. I groaned.

“Maddie, the cliff is gone. The whole thing is just gone.”

I blinked the cobwebs out of my eyes, trying to figure out what she was talking about. “What’s gone? What cliff?”

“The cliff in Malibu,” she shrieked. “Where I’m supposed to get married tomorrow! It’s gone. The rain caused a landslide and the whole cliff side fell into the ocean last night. It’s just a big rocky, muddy mess. Maddie, what am I going to do?”

Oh. That cliff.

“Mom, don’t panic. We’ll think of something. Did you call the Malibu office?”

“Yes, yes. I talked to them first thing this morning. They said they’d refund the deposit for the site, but

Maddie, where on earth am I going to have the wedding now? Oh god. This is your grandmother’s fault. She said we should get married in a church. She said god would never forgive me if I didn’t get married in the Catholic Church. Now look, I’ve pissed off god so badly he’s destroying Malibu.”

My head was pounding, screaming for a double mocha espresso. “Where are you, Mom?”

“I’m at Fernando’s.”

“Okay, give me twenty minutes. I’ll meet you there and we’ll think of something.

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