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“Oh,
I see. I guess a lawyer has to look clean-shaven and spick and span.”
“Lawyer?”
Now his look clearly said I’d lost my marbles. “And what in heaven’s name is
spick and span?”
“Haven’t
you heard that expression? It means neat and tidy. I have an English aunt who
uses phrases like that all the time.” Some not as clean. Aunt Eliza knew more
swear words than any laborer.
“Oh,
I see.” I don’t think he did for he still looked puzzled as he turned and
strode away. Nice butt. In fact there wasn’t a lot about him that wasn’t good
to look at. Shame about his grouchy disposition.
I
glanced towards the gate in time to see the disreputable bloke hurry away.
Should I tell Russel there was a weird man loitering about? Nah, perhaps the skinny
creature liked the look of me, or just had nothing better to do with his time.
I came across a lot of peculiar characters in my line of work—and most were
honest.
When
it was time to pack up for the day I looked towards the house. I don’t usually
tell my clients I’m going so don’t know why I was even contemplating telling
Russel. “In you get, Josh.” I shut the truck door after him and turned about.
Sean Russel didn’t answer my first ring of the bell. I was about to turn and go
when he opened the door.
“Yes?”
He now wore a maroon chunky sweater. He looked hunkier than ever. My mouth
began to water. And I felt very untidy in my dirt-stained jeans. At least my
sweater, which I’d just donned over my work shirt, was clean, if not exactly
elegant.
“Can
I use your bathroom, please?” What on earth possessed me to ask that? I was
desperate to see inside his house and that was the only excuse that sprang to
mind.
He
looked disconcerted, but opened the door wider. “It’s along there.” His finger
pointed to the back of the hallway, so I trotted off over the highly polished
wooden floor. The walls held an array of fine watercolors and through a door
that was ajar I could just see a light beige leather four-seater sofa and
masses of packed bookshelves. I like to read and was rather partial to men who
loved books.
While
I washed my grubby hands I contemplated how I could wangle my way to see the
rest of the house. This might be the only chance I got. He didn’t seem to find
me as fascinating as I found him. In fact, he seemed indifferent to me so I
might as well grab the bull by the horns and have a look round now rather than
expect an invitation in later.
I was drying my mitts and making a face
at my reflection when I heard raised voices. Then it sounded like a scuffle. Good
lord, what was happening?
".... Set in the gorgeous Mornington Peninsula of
Australia, this suspenseful romance has it all - kidnappings, movie stars, car
chases, past crimes, murders and improbable escapes! Yet, Trish McGill's witty
dialogue and writing it from Leah's viewpoint with her quick caustic remarks
carries it off very well. Eleanor Roosevelt once noted that women, like tea,
only become stronger when placed in hot water and that certainly is the case
for Leah! So, make up a brew, sit back and enjoy the ride!” Audrey Lawrence The
Romance Studio
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