Susan Donovan
The night she got lucky
This book is dedicated to my hardworking personal assistants, past and present: Marley, Murphy, Guinness, and Finnegan. True, you couldn't answer the phone, file, or fax worth a damn, but you kept my feet warm and protected me from the evils of the world, namely the UPS man, the FedEx man, and the mailman. Thank you, boys .
Acknowledgments
The author would like to thank Dr. Richard Kramer, DDS, for information on oral surgery; Gail Barrett for assistance with Spanish translation; Arleen Shuster for help with German insults; and Teresa Barr for placing the winning bid at the 2008 Washington County, Maryland, Habitat for Humanity auction, allowing me to use her name for a fictional character.
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are a product of the author's imagination.
The difference between dogs and men is you know where dogs sleep at night .
Greg Louganis
CHAPTER 1
Ginger perched on the edge of Mrs. Needleman's guest-room bed, wondering what the old woman wanted to discuss. Whatever it was, Ginger prayed it would be quick, because she was dying to get out of her bridesmaid's dress. Josie and Rick had long ago departed in a shower of flower petals and good wishes, but Ginger's boobs remained squished in their pastel prison.
She tugged at the tight satin and tried to smile through her discomfort.
You look simply lovely in that moss-green color, Mrs. Needleman said with a matter-of-fact nod, taking a seat in the antique boudoir chair across from the bed. She went on, Contrary to popular opinion, not all redheads are flattered by green, especially women in their forties. But you have a rosy complexion, and I have to say your skin has held up quite nicely.