Booty Bones: a Sarah Booth Delaney Mystery
“Tinkie said, trying to use her weight to slow my churn toward Graf. I was too agitated to even go back for Tinkie’s car.
“I won’t calm down. I’ve pussyfooted around this for the entire week.”
“A mild exaggeration.” She pulled me around to face her. “Stop it. Rash action could prove fatal. Or at least lethal to your future relationship. Let’s think this through.”
“What’s to think?” Instead of crying, I was furious.
“Oh, a little thing like let’s find out who this woman is. Maybe there’s a legiti...mate reason. Maybe he hired a coach or rehab specialist. Maybe this is a relative he’s never told you about. Maybe—”
“She’s a hooker who’s doling out physical therapy of a very special kind.” Even as I said it, I didn’t believe it. The woman was elegant in a way that spoke of self-confidence, assurance, intelligence. Not that a hooker couldn’t have those traits. But generally she didn’t haul a young child along.
“Hey!” Tinkie put her hand to my cheek.MoreLess
“I won’t calm down. I’ve pussyfooted around this for the entire week.”
“A mild exaggeration.” She pulled me around to face her. “Stop it. Rash action could prove fatal. Or at least lethal to your future relationship. Let’s think this through.”
“What’s to think?” Instead of crying, I was furious.
“Oh, a little thing like let’s find out who this woman is. Maybe there’s a legiti...mate reason. Maybe he hired a coach or rehab specialist. Maybe this is a relative he’s never told you about. Maybe—”
“She’s a hooker who’s doling out physical therapy of a very special kind.” Even as I said it, I didn’t believe it. The woman was elegant in a way that spoke of self-confidence, assurance, intelligence. Not that a hooker couldn’t have those traits. But generally she didn’t haul a young child along.
“Hey!” Tinkie put her hand to my cheek.MoreLess
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