Gripping her phone with both hands, the best Pauley could do was strangle Butch in effigy. Smacking the screen against her open palm, she lamented the lack of a landline handset that she could slam down with righteous indignation. She stood in the bathroom doorway, feet shoulder-width apart, one foot in front of the other. … Continue reading Clothes make the woman
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Dressed to kill
Pauley stared at the proffered hand. The flawless ivory skin, the impeccably manicured nails, flowing from the cuff of a pale green silk blouse. Unable to lift her arms, she shifted her gaze to the other woman's face. Smiling down at her were the darkest eyes she'd ever seen. A mane of chestnut hair framed … Continue reading Dressed to kill
Let it go to voice mail
Set to vibrate, her phone skipped across the bar top, crashing into the stem of her wine glass. Her boss Sam was calling again. Without picking up the phone, Pauley turned it off, ignoring the blinking voicemail alert. Downing the last swallow of her Merlot, Pauley searched for Ross, the new bartender. He wasn't the … Continue reading Let it go to voice mail
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