On The Rocks

Check list for vacation in paradise: Swim suit. Sun hat. Sunscreen. Beach read book that probably won't get read. Dinner dress. Sexy heels. Sexier underwear. Stuff not included on list: Kidnappers. Murderers. All-around general bad guys. Good guys who are even scarier than the bad guys. Being a rich widow wasn't turning out anything like what I'd expected, especially since I fell for all the hype in those fancy brochures that had convinced me to book a vacation in paradise. Okay, sure, my luxury escape included all the sun, sand, and fancy drinks with cute paper umbrellas a girl could want. I'd expected that. It even threw in a rich, single hunk of a guy who seemed more than happy to help me enjoy my new life. I definitely hadn't expected that! Unfortunately, not one of those brochures had mentioned kidnapping or murder. Worse, they hadn't so much as hinted at the government guys who'd suddenly shown up at my door asking a lot of unsettling questions about my dead husband and his "associates." Questions for which they were convinced I had all the answers, even though I didn't. I hadn't even known there'd be questions! When the good guys scare you a whole lot more than the bad guys, who absolutely terrify you, you know you're in Trouble with a capital T!

Check list for vacation in paradise: Swim suit. Sun hat. Sunscreen. Beach read book that probably won't get read. Dinner dress. Sexy heels. Sexier underwear. Stuff not included on list: Kidnappers. Murderers. All-around general bad guys. Good guys who are even scarier than the bad guys. Being a rich widow wasn't turning out anything like what I'd expected, especially since I fell for all the hype in those fancy brochures that had convinced me to book a vacation in paradise. Okay, sure, my luxury escape included all the sun, sand, and fancy drinks with cute paper umbrellas a girl could want. I'd expected that. It even threw in a rich, single hunk of a guy who seemed more than happy to help me enjoy my new life. I definitely hadn't expected that! Unfortunately, not one of those brochures had mentioned kidnapping or murder. Worse, they hadn't so much as hinted at the government guys who'd suddenly shown up at my door asking a lot of unsettling questions about my dead husband and his "associates." Questions for which they were convinced I had all the answers, even though I didn't. I hadn't even known there'd be questions! When the good guys scare you a whole lot more than the bad guys, who absolutely terrify you, you know you're in Trouble with a capital T!