Cynthia Reese - Sweet Justice

Andrew laughed. “You sound like Ma. She has a use for everything. She even saves old toilet-tissue cores so that she can use them to make seed pots for starting our tomatoes early.”

“Really? Toilet-tissue cores? How does she do that?”

“You cut the tube in half and then cut flaps into the end of the tube, and then—”

“It folds like a little box! Neat! That’s smart!”

Maybe he’d misread Mallory. In her jeans and T-shirt, she seemed more like the girl he should aim for—not the type of glamour girl he had a weakness for.

But she had said lawsuit, and Dutch was convinced that such a word was seldom uttered in vain. And the two of them were sitting here eating pizza off fine china plates and cloth napkins...and she couldn’t seem to part with an entire box of shoes despite her quest for, what had she called it? Zen-like bareness?

So...who was the real Mallory Blair?

And why was he so intrigued by the apparent contradiction? Hadn’t Dutch warned him to stay far, far away?

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