It's A Wonderful Midlife Crisis (Good To The Last Death #1) - Robyn Peterman Page 0,54

I did. However, I had to make the club sound awful so she wouldn’t say yes. It would be a little awkward since the group didn’t exist.

“No,” she said, walking to her front door and opening it. “As lovely as the invitation is, I’m not ready for that yet. Jim just passed last week.”

“John,” I corrected her.

“Right,” she said, having the grace to blush a deep red. “I’m so upset about the whole thing, I’m getting confused.”

“Of course you are,” I said, making sure our bodies didn’t touch as I made my way out of her house. “My condolences to you, and I hope life will treat you kindly.”

“Why wouldn’t it?” she asked, still red in the face.

“Sometimes the death of a loved one keeps coming back in odd ways,” I told her as I walked down the stone steps and headed back to my car. “Dreams. Nightmares. Just take good care of yourself.”

“I plan to,” she said.

“Yes. I’m sure you do.”

And I plan to make sure you pay.

The thought was satisfying. My heart raced in my chest and I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. It felt good—damn good. I had no clue who I was going to give the evidence to without having to disclose how I got it and how I knew about it. If it was discovered that I’d stolen the phone from the house, the evidence would probably be thrown out in a court of law.

I’d figure it out later. Right now, I was tired. I needed a nap and to get my new dog home. John would be thrilled to see her.

Getting into my car and finding my coat in pieces and the passenger seat with a big hole in it, I sighed and then laughed. “I’m going to call you Karen the Chair Eater.”

Karen barked and licked my face. She circled six times and then finally settled herself on the passenger seat along with the pieces of my coat and the stuffing from the chair.

“You ready to go to your new home?” I asked her.

She glanced over and burped in my face. Shaking my head, I groaned. Karen the Chair Eater promised to be a handful. But she was mine, and I was keeping her.

Chapter Fourteen

“Did you get Botox?” Jennifer asked, eyeing me curiously.

“No, I didn’t get Botox,” I said with an eye roll as I pushed the queso dip to the other side of the table so I wouldn’t finish off the whole bowl. Cheese was my weakness.

I knew Gideon was showing up at my house later, so I didn’t want the gals to come over.

Right now, I wasn’t sure that I was going to be there either.

Heather didn’t want to make a late night of it since she had the second part of the bar exam tomorrow, but she needed to eat. Our favorite Mexican restaurant was a perfect way to celebrate day one of the bar exam.

“Did you get your girls lifted?” Jennifer asked, still examining me like I was a science experiment.

“No, and I never will,” I informed her with a shudder. “Did you know they have to remove your nipples for that surgery and you could lose all sensation?”

“They also have to make your boobs bigger,” June said with a giggle. “After I finished breastfeeding my fourth baby, I went for a consultation. Just awful.”

“Why?” Missy asked as she shoved the queso back to my side of the table. Missy had a cheese weakness too. “What was awful?”

“Well,” June said, leaning in and lowering her voice to a whisper. “I thought they just kind of pulled them up and then cut the extra skin out from under your arm.”

“Makes sense,” Heather said with a shrug.

“I thought so too,” June said. “Apparently, I was an excellent candidate with my saggy bosom.” She giggled and ate a chip. “I started to laugh hysterically when the doctor explained what they actually did. Almost peed my pants. She asked me what I thought the procedure was going to be like, and I told her. Then it was her turn to laugh and she told me if she did it my way, my nipples would be pointing straight up at the ceiling!”

“Oh my God,” Heather said with a laugh. “I get it.”

“Right?” June said, still giggling. “I thanked the doctor for her time and left. My husband likes my girls just fine, and I do too.”

“Was it a doctor in town?” Jennifer asked since she knew all of the plastic surgeons around here