Em had to admit-Jack Holland in navy whites was a very nice sight.
A giant wedding photo of Hadley and Jack sat on the bookcase, impossible to ignore. Two or three candles filled the room with the scent of lavender, clogging Em’s throat. Lots of throw pillows, a series of framed mirrors on the brick wall. A vase of pink and purple tulips sat on the coffee table, and a soft ivory wrap was artfully draped on the arm of the sofa.
It had come furnished, Emmaline knew, but Hadley had put her mark on it. Suppressing a sigh-she wasn’t supposed to care about this stuff anymore-she stepped into the dimly lit apartment. Her long blond hair was caught at the nape of her neck in the type of artless, casual ponytail that Em had never been able to master her thick, not-straight, not-curly locks were the Houdini of hair and could only be forced into her regulation bun with a combination of the magic slime, a thick supermarket elastic once used to lump the broccoli together and seventeen bobby pins. She was wearing a dress, a rose-colored sheath kind of thing that Em imagined would make her look as shapely as a pillow but on Hadley looked romantic and delicate. Any reason he wouldn’t be?” Em asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Is Jack all right?” she breathed, peering around the door. “Mind if I come in and ask you a few questions?” Hadley opened the door, a bright, expectant smile on her face that dropped like a lead hockey puck at the sight of Not Jack. She clomped up the stairs and knocked on the door of apartment 3-C. “Will do.” He allowed a faint smile, then waved her out of the office.ĮM’S FIRST STOP was the Opera House. “Keep this in mind during my annual review.” “You’re the one pimping me out here, Levi.” “Let’s not talk about personal lives, shall we?” “-who’s to say she wouldn’t pick up roadkill and put it in his truck? Especially if she’s mad at him for dating you.” If she deliberately sprained her ankle to get Jack’s attention-” So get that look off your face and go up there and check on him.
“You have to admit, a dead possum in someone’s truck is unusual. “Yes, and he’s going to shoot his foot off one day because of it.” Levi sighed. “Can’t Everett do it? You know how he likes to wander around with his hand on his gun.”
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