Whiskey Rebellion (Romantic Mystery/Comedy) Book 1 (Addison Holmes Mysteries)

exactly 10:29, roll over and flip on the T.V. Though, quite frankly, even though the sex was terrible, there were times I missed having a man sleep over. Greg never complained about having to get up in the middle of the night and plug a hole in the roof when he slept over.
    “Okay, don’t go there.” I was through thinking about Greg.
    I slid out of the Z to stretch my legs and cure my boredom. I jogged in place, did some stretches and looked at my watch again. 6:42. So apparently Dr. Crumb had some staying power.
    I was on my third set of leg stretches when I saw Dr. Crumb come out of the hotel. And he wasn’t alone.
    “Holy shit.”
    I jerked my car door open to get the camera and somehow my head and the door made contact.
    “Ouch, shit, why me?” I rubbed the spot furiously and grabbed the camera with my other hand. I hunkered behind my car and wiped my still watering eyes before looking through the lens. I’d hit my head in the same damn spot I had yesterday.
    “Gotcha.”
    I snapped a couple of photos and was especially proud of the one I got of him in a torrid embrace. Mrs. Crumb was going to be extremely surprised. Dr. Crumb didn’t have a girlfriend. Dr. Crumb had a boyfriend.
    I guess I could see the appeal of looking at something a little different when all you did was inspect vaginas all day.

    I was a little torn about catching Dr. Crumb in the act. I held the potential to ruin thirteen years of marriage by showing his wife a few photos. On the other hand, he was cheating and I really needed the extra paycheck. Technically, I wouldn’t be ruining his marriage because Kate would be showing the photos to Mrs. Crumb.
    Guilt absolved.
    This revelation deserved a trip to Dairy Queen. It was just after seven and I hadn’t eaten dinner. I parked the Z and went inside, hoping they’d give me a bag of ice for my throbbing forehead if I ordered enough food.
    “Geez, lady. What did you do to your head?”
    So much for hoping no one would notice.
    “I had a little accident. I’ll take an Oreo Blizzard and a bag of ice, please.”
    I collected the ice cream and headed back to my car with the ice pressed to my forehead.
    “Ahhh— ”
    I pressed the electroni c remote and screamed as a hand squeezed my shoulder.
    “What the hell are you screaming for?”
    Oh, I so did not need this right now. I tried to make a quick deal with God, swearing I wouldn’t miss church for the rest of the year if he’d just make this man go away.
    “Hello— Addison?” He snapped his fingers in front of my face a couple of times. “What are you doing?”
    “I was praying that God would make you go away.”
    Nick laughed and the sound turned my insides to jelly. It was deeply masculine and shivered all the way down my spine. It had to be because I had a head injury. There was no other excuse.
    “And what do you mean, why am I screaming? You don’t just walk up to a woman in a parking lot and grab her. I thought I was being mugged.”
    “I called your name, but you were so busy making orgasmic noises with your ice cream that you didn’t hear me.”
    Heat washed over my face . He was right. I had been making orgasmic noises. I loved ice cream. A lot.
    “I’m going home. My head hurts and I can’t think fast enough to spar with you tonight. What are you doing here anyway?”
    “I was getting gas across the street, and it was hard to miss the flaming red blur and squealing tires as you sped into the parking lot. It must have been an ice cream emergency.”
    I must have hit my head harder than I’d thought because the next thing I knew everything went dark, and when I woke up I was in a place I’d never been before, and it smelled fabulous.
    “You smell so good,” I said, taking a big whiff of Nick’s neck. I think I might have accidentally licked him, but I couldn’t be too sure.
    “Well, I do try to shower everyday,” he said, leaning my head back so he could look me in the eyes. “That’s a pretty nasty bump you have there. Do you want to tell me what happened?”
    His face was close enough that his breath feathered my lips, and I sighed as I felt the familiar stomach clutch of attraction. You’d think my body and my brain would be in agreement over the fact that Nick was all wrong for me, but my body insisted on being stubborn.
    “I hit it on my steering wheel yesterday when I ran you off the road.”
    “That would explain why you looked so crazy in Kate’s office. Maybe you jarred something