And since he’d ever so thoughtfully given her an advance reading copy, she knew he was planning on informing the entire world that, among other things, she was a bitchy, money-hungry man-eater. Ted Marshall, ex–town clerk, ex-boss, and also, embarrassingly enough, her ex-lover, was self-publishing his own tell-all. In any case, she was fairly used to bad days by the time she walked to Lucky Harbor’s only bar and grill, but today had taken the cake. She didn’t quite know what that said about her other than that she was stubborn as hell. There’d been a lot of secrets in Aubrey Wellington’s colorful life, and nearly all of them had been uncovered and gleefully discussed ad nauseam.Īnd yet here she was, still in this small Pacific West Coast town she’d grown up in. There was one universal truth in Lucky Harbor, Washington-you could hide a pot of gold in broad daylight and no one would steal it, but you couldn’t hide a secret.
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